Columns

Aunt Beulah’s birds

Aunt Beulah kept birds. Chickens. Rooted in Appalachia, she could snare a hen and serve it fried within the hour to her husband and five children. Back in the 1950s, Uncle Charlie fenced in a spacious poultry yard when they lived in Oceana, West Virginia. He painted...

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Settling in to unsettling experience

It was a very nondescript parlor tucked away in one of the many dark alleys off the bustling main street. It seemed as good as any. In the heat of the night I checked my watch: half past nine. Well, I wasn't sleepy yet, and the city never sleeps. A good time for a...

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Turns out, many long to unplug, unwind

I'm there a little early, but I prefer it that way so I can get a feel for the room and the atmosphere. It's the first ever Chinese New Year celebration in downtown Imlay City and wearing my Peaceful Moon Yoga hat, I decide to take part. The event was the dreamchild...

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Does symbol still have same meaning?

Editor's note: Rick Liblong's column regarding 'We the People' brought up some memories for me, including writing this column about eight years ago. Here it is again: Going through some boxes I stumble across a letter to the editor I penned to the Detroit News...

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It’s all about perspective

Life! It's all about perspective! That's why I write this column. Here's a perfect example. When I logged into my Facebook account today (1/30), I saw a note saying that because of the brutal weather, the people at the Tri City Times had gotten a later-than-usual...

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What Isaiah says

But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint. Isaiah 40:31 I wake with no commitments. No emergencies. Our rather new furnace holds up in the...

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Some thoughts on ‘We the People’

Note: This is the first in a two part series sharing thoughts on 'We the People' and 'E Pluribus Unum.' I welcome any and all comments and feedback. What a tizzy the country seems to be in about the "crisis" at our southern border. We're told that thousands of people...

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Nothing to do but read

Friday I picked up Joyce for a drive south to Three Cats Café in Clawson. She pointed to a book on her kitchen table. "Before we go, that's for you. I think you'll like it. Carrie Young was an excellent writer." The book's title, Nothing to Do but Stay, hit me between...

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