Window Over The Sink

There will be vendors of all sorts on Saturday--think all all things fun and FOOD like in trucks and a bake sale in Macy Christian...

I remember jumping up and down as Daddy tried to put my coat on over my Little Lulu pajamas. I grabbed my Mrs. Beasley doll and ran to...

Danielle from Winter’s Kiss doesn’t like winter, and for years, I’ve sided with her. Winter has never been my season. The cold bites, the...

Most stories start with "what if…" Ours had a different conception. Mother and daughter watching a rom-com. Daughter: We could have...

I wrote this in 2009. Yes, really. Sixteen years ago. I've used it since, I'm sure, but not recently that I recall. Some things, and how...

The first essay I ever had published was for the Peru Tribune. I think I was paid $5.00 for it. It was about abortion--from the point of...

I didn't know what seventy-five would look like, or how it would feel, or how it would sound. I didn't know what kind of food would taste...

Recently, I met a friend and former colleague for lunch. We hadn’t seen each other in a while, so first we got caught up on our families’...

I knew I should be doing something this morning ... but it's raining. I'm not sure what that has to do with anything, but there it is. I...

Friends Nan Reinhardt and Carol Light are in Montana this week. Both of them write for Tule Publishing. Nan's new stories are at home in...

This week, as I was heading south down State Road 25 toward Logansport, going 58 miles an hour and listening to E. Jean Carroll's Not My...

No, I don't always love them, by any means, but so many people miss "the old days." In their memories, they recall lightning bug nights,...

I was a poor kid. The obvious, everyone-knows-it poor. We didn't have plumbing, we lived in a little house that would have been small for...

In case this looks familiar ... This is from January of 2023. I'm using it again for three reasons. One is that I really like it. Two is...