My two cents worth on giving

Every summer when I was growing up my family would attend church camp. This was a weeklong campout with church services morning, afternoon and evening. Some were prayer services, some were Bible studies, and some were singing and preaching. Some years we camped in a...

The promise of poetry

I discovered the root of my love for poetry twenty years ago when traversing Ireland’s winding roads. A dominant charm of the Emerald Isle is the English language spoken by the Gaelic tongue. The cost of travel is worth the verse and cadence of conversation in...

Young to inherit world of very big problems

Today’s young people will encounter never-before-seen challenges in the years that lay ahead. Challenges of a magnitude that Americans have not had to deal with since World War II. The coronavirus has impacted every segment of the population during the past year, but...

More about the birds and bees

It’s Sunday. I stand in the warm sunshine of our kitchen’s sliding glass door. Downhill, our Isa Browns peck and scratch in their pen. The foundation for my beehive stands beyond and between the henhouse and greenhouse: three symbiotic structures indispensable to...

They’re all related

When I began working at the museum my perception of Almont’s earliest pioneers was that they were rugged individualists who came to the wilderness to establish their homesteads without the help of family or friends. I could not have been more wrong. Almont’s first...

The light of mercy and service

This week, in the midst of a messy change from our long-term communications provider to another, something wonderful happened. Like a ray of sunshine, an email from Dolores Ganstine appeared in my inbox. “Happy Happy Birthday Iris Hope you have a Wonderful day and...