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Monday, August 3, 2020

Slump, buckle, and grunt

By Janice Lindsay, Contributing Writer August is the season for slump, buckle, and grunt. And for crumble, roly poly, flummery, fool, duff, puff, fluff, strum,...

Hearing the music

By Janice Lindsay  One summer night when I was around 10, I lay alone on the grass near my grandmother’s secluded house, gazing at the...

Six Seasons of the Year

By Janice Lindsay, Contributing Writer As you read this, summer might be here or almost, but my summer began on Tuesday afternoon, May 5, around...

Our Secret Mom-Poetry Project

By Janice Lindsay, Contributing Writer Throughout the secret project, the children impressed me the most. They all knew the secret, they all helped, and they...

The gardening gene skipped me

By Janice Lindsay, Contributing Writer I am not now, nor have I ever been, a gardener. I love flowers. I grew up among gardens both...

Get ready for National Grilled Cheese Sandwich Month

By Janice Lindsay It’s only March, but we all need time to get ready. April 1 is the beginning of National Grilled Cheese Sandwich Month....

There’s no such thing as a vacant lot

By Janice Lindsay I once read an article in which the writer tried to describe Alaska. When I read the first sentence, I choked on...
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Those words we love to hear

By Janice Lindsay What are your favorite words? I don’t mean famous sets of three biggies, like “Goodness, Truth, Beauty” or “Faith, Hope, Charity” or “Truth,...

Still listening for reindeer

My mother remembered the exact moment she learned the facts about Santa Claus. She was the second oldest of six children. One December evening,...

Doggone gone dog: Not Our Dog

The two of us were walking early one Sunday morning, on our long walk far from home and back, when out of the woods...