The Sweet Spot

The Sweet Spot

  One of the joys of living in the country happens about this time of year: a crop of wild raspberries grows at the wood’s edge of our yard. I have to calculate the timing of harvest just right – after they’ve ripened enough and before the deer or the bears...
The Truth and Nothing But the Truth

The Truth and Nothing But the Truth

We each have our own version of the truth. And that’s the truth. Really. In religion, consider how the core beliefs of devout Christians, Jews, Muslims, and atheists differ. Look at what not just the current political candidates but all candidates in your memory spout...
The Bears and the Bees

The Bears and the Bees

Our dog Riley gave my husband a gift for Father’s Day. No, I didn’t buy my husband a new shirt and slap on a gift tag that said, “To Dad, from Riley.” The dog performed an action of love on his own Sunday morning. Riley sounded a 6 a.m. furiously-loud alert that a...
Huey

Huey

I was just a young woman when America’s official involvement in the Vietnam war ceased. Several high school friends engaged in active combat there; remarkably and thankfully, none of them died while serving our country.  The Huey helicopter (nicked for the designation...
Day One

Day One

No doubt about it – there are some hilarious animal videos posted on Facebook. The posts run from owners who “shame” their canine family members by hanging “mea culpa” signs around the necks of guilty looking dogs to cats who rule over dogs by stealing their food,...
You Are Getting Very Sleepy

You Are Getting Very Sleepy

One of the most interesting experiences of my life happened at a high school reunion some years ago. The entertainment portion was a stage hypnotist. When he asked for volunteers, my hand shot up, along with half a dozen others. I’d had zero experience with...