When the cicadas sing

I heard the cicada’s mating song last Saturday. Afterward, I read about the red-eyed menace interrupting golf games, delaying air travel, and creating cloudy spots on radar. Sure, you can’t believe everything you hear and read, and Michigan’s cicada population isn’t...

A brief history of my love for American history

I fell in love with American history my junior year in high school. New to Warren Lincoln High in September 1965, Mr. Harvey leaned his tall figure against the lectern and expounded on the points he’d written on the chalkboard. An average student who preferred...

Remembering significant things

“Iris, don’t be surprised if Daddy doesn’t remember you. And I can’t promise he’ll be awake for a visit,” my cousin said on the phone. “Thanks for the warning. It’s been two years since we last saw him, so we’ll take the risk. Besides, Mel and I plan to visit Mom’s...

If you don’t use it, you lose it

Months ago, I drove my dirty 2010 blue Prius to Mister C’s Car Wash in Rochester. Thanks to my husband, personal grocery shopper and chauffeur to church, restaurants, and Cook’s Farm Dairy in Ortonville, I hadn’t driven in weeks. I waited in Mister C’s long, hairpin...

Ask. Seek. Knock.

Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you. Matthew 7:7 A fine day last May, I swiveled my writing chair to the window in search of the right word. Again. A hummingbird flew under the blooming arc of a Solomon Seal...