Gunning for the rural vote in November
Show me the contents of a person's wallet and I'll outline their life. My skinny wallet, for example, holds just two credit cards (likes convenience, hates consumer debt), a grocery store discount card (cheapskate), a driver's license, voter's registration card and fishing license (name, address, age, dull life) as well as a blood donor card (O Positive).
An offer you can’t understand
The next afternoon after this tragedy, a beautiful autumn day, I was pleasantly surprised to come home and find our little Amish neighbor girls, Anna and Lizzie, here in our back yard, picking up walnuts as we had told them they were welcome to do.
A story we’d rather not tell
In a perfect world, we'd never print another article like Tony Nicoletto's page one story about his miraculous recovery from a farm accident.
Can I get a re-run of my 29th birthday?
We are (too) fast approaching yet another 30-something birthday and let me assure you the new has worn off.
Reliving The Personal Touch
When I think back to my trick-or-treating days as a kid, my memories strike a contrast with the door-to-door invasions we think of today.
Keeping the spark – and the dark – in marriage
When I was a little girl, a common advertising icon was Reddy Kilowatt. He was an electrical sprite of undetermined origin who flittered about representing the magic of electricity.
Who Are You, And What Planet Are You From?
We settled on a bench across from the pond in Salem's Waterworth Park. Several varieties of ducks and geese floated leisurely across the water.
Really, you can’t make this stuff up
As fast as time usually passes, it seems to pick up even greater speed in the fall. Corn and soybeans, like maples' leaves, appear to turn golden one day, brown the next and, at least so to me, are gone the next.
Harvest brings back fond memories
Tragedy. The nerve-jarring news of any school tragedy is difficult to take in. But the horror in an Amish school house in a bucolic part of the world where violence is nonexistent proved to be more than we could grasp.
OK, it’s a guy thing
I think what separates the old and settled from the young and carefree isn't age, career-path, or even a certain wisdom.