Ans and others, my silent friends
A family group peers at the camera, dressed in their Sunday best. This photo is a souvenir from Sharon Springs,…
Following the Kansas Road
It is Kansas Road, not Yellow Brick, which takes us to another world. Dorothy followed the yellow brick road and…
Forcing spring
Dull gray and brown leaves on the ground, the sky is grey, most days have a few drops of rain,…
Celebrating the silly
It is April Fool’s Day and I am coming out of the closet: I love pranks. I have been told…
DONKIES Claire Wallace
Haffas Farm. Family name? Think again. “Half-assed, of course,” chuckles Claire Wallace. “My husband and I both had full-time…
Fog travel
As night paled the outlines of the trees across the pond became more distinct. It wasn’t sunrise yet, but the…
Another year, another camp tale
Arrive in heaven, forty minutes. The GPS gives me a countdown to arrival at camp; it is our first visit…
Seeking sunlight, we went looking for caves.
It is the time of year when days are short. During the week it is barely light when I head…
Tying one on
String, twine, rope, and ribbon, once part of everyday life, are seen less and less. The lumpy Kraft paper package…
Mushroom fever
Death by mushroom happens every year, as it has for hundreds of years, but it does not deter me from…