Snow days and chocolate chips

The sky is thick as buttermilk. This is January, after all. Forecasters predict two to four inches of snowfall tomorrow. I hope so. Our dusty dirt roads need a snow day. Ah…what history and memories those two words signify. The expression meant exactly that when I was...

The bent tree mystery

When we first moved to the Lakeville area thirty years ago, a strange tree caught my eye along Townsend Road. The trunk grew upward a few feet, made a sharp 45-degree turn for a yard, then pointed straight up. In all my treks in the Michigan and Appalachian great...

Never alone

I zip up my jacket and pull on my boots. The patio slate and grass are slick with ice-the sky black as pitch. Even Mars and my flashlight can’t penetrate the frigid, thick atmosphere. When will I see the Big Dipper and Orion again? Watch your step, I coach...

What life is like

Browsing through Borders Books twenty years ago, I chanced upon a writer’s delight. Famous faces appeared on cards with a quote and their signature. The words captured life unique to the luminary. Did these folk the likes of Albert Einstein and Jane Austen know...