Keep pedaling
By Janice Lindsay, Contributing Writer
The summer I was 7, I was obsessed. I desperately wanted – no, I desperately needed – a bike.
Not that...
Coincidence? Or not?
By Janice Lindsay, Contributing Writer
I haven’t studied the saints and I don’t spend much time thinking about them. But I know that October 4...
Just a little scared
By Janice Lindsay, Contributing Writer
When my granddaughter was four, she attended a friend’s birthday party at an outdoor amusement park. Its central feature was a...
Summer insects; some are magical
By Janice Lindsay, Contributing Writer
I awoke around midnight and, unable to sleep, I watched out the window as flickering lights floated above the grassy...
Thanks a lot, Bulova
By Janice Lindsay, Contributing Writer
Eighty years ago, in July of 1941, the few thousand Americans who owned TVs could witness a momentous event, though...
Weed Removal Therapy
By Janice Lindsay, Contributing Writer
The far end of our back yard is a bog. The house sits on a slight rise. Behind it, maybe...
I become invisible
By Janice Lindsay, Contributing Writer
I attend the closing on the sale of my mother’s house as executor of her estate. I sit on one...
The Grammy and Granddaughter Book Club
By Janice Lindsay
Was it legal for a grown-up to have this much fun in a bookstore? To smile and even chuckle as she turned...
Things to be suspicious of
By Janice Lindsay, Contributing Writer
While contemplating the arrival of the new year, I came upon a few cautionary notes I had written to myself,...
Christmas trees, real and not
By Janice Lindsay, Contributing Writer
Every Christmas, I say, “Maybe this year, I should have a real tree instead of the artificial one.” Every year,...
