Recalling my own Alaskan connection
I have been thoroughly enjoying the writings of Heather Lende, a newspaper reporter in small-town Haines, Alaska.
Small town life isn’t for everyone
I heard a snippet of a conversation while dashing through the grocery store not long ago. A woman, visiting from far away, judging by her New England accent, made the comment to another woman, "I am really considering moving here.
A few questions about raw milk
I have followed the stir regarding drinking unpasteurized milk with interest. Like many of you, I am sure, I grew up drinking milk straight from the cow.
Remembering pranks from the past
"Hello, is your refrigerator running? Well, you better catch it before it gets out the door!" "Hello, do you have Prince William in a can? Well, you better let him out before he suffocates!" "Do you have your TV on? Well, how does it fit?" Ah, the good old prankster kid calls - this is a game from a fading era.
The more the merrier at heaven’s gate
There are special people who walk this earth with such grace and presence, joy and laughter, it is very hard to imagine how the world will keep on spinning without them.
Farm adventures with city folks
There is nothing quite like a city kid coming to the country. The lessons learned, on both sides of this fence, may be humorous and luminous, shining a light on two very different ways of looking at the very same thing.
The world through the eyes of a child
The joy and wonderment of youth is a gift like no other. Just when the burdens of the world begin to feel unbearably heavy, I am blessed by the children's' voices that help light up my life, as well as the lives of those around me.
Broken hearts and fond memories
The deeper the joy, the more devastating the heartbreak. The journey across this life brings a mixture of both and somehow we must be strong enough to hold it all.
Greatest joys are found in simple things
Joy is found in simple moments if our eyes and our hearts are open. Today, from the back porch of what will soon be our new home, I watched nine deer amble across the hay field, just about 75 yards from where I stood, only the white board fence separating us.
Surprise ties together generations
I awoke, slightly bleary-eyed from not nearly enough sleep, and headed for the kitchen one morning last week.
