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I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help. My help cometh from the Lord, which made heaven and earth. Psalm 121: 1-2 This past September 18, I met with a friend for lunch. We go back over twenty years to an awards event where Debra was chosen...

Drama club was one of the few school activities that I pursued in both Middle and High School. I got to be in a few fun productions, but two were my favorites. In Middle School, I was in a play titled, "The Terror of Bigfoot." That was in the later seventies when...

Another remarkable October morning, I wake before dawn to the drone of traffic drifting through an open window. The semis downshift and whine as they snake south on Rochester Road along Lakeville Lake. This rush hour wagon train persists while I rest. Listen. Let my...

— PART 1 of 6 — The names of our roads came from primarily five sources. Many were named for the first or prominent settler on a given road, such as Hough, Webster, and Farley Roads. Other roads were named for the community, such as Almont, Capac, and Dryden Roads....

A purple morning glory catches my eye, trumpet lifted to the sun. Again, I read the wisdom of the lovely garden sign the bloom adorns: "We come from the earth. We return to the earth. And in between we garden." A gift to me from my daughter, Kelly, she appreciates the...

One Fourth of July, when I was 14 or so, we were setting off various fireworks in the street in front of my parent's home. Everything was legal, therefore we believed that they were all safe. We learned otherwise. One type of pyrotechnic was designed to spin rapidly...

Our household inherited Aunt Gracie's little lavender and white afghan sometime after my mother-in-law, Rosalie Kathleen Underwood, passed away September 17, 2015. My father-in-law called her "Rose." She didn't like me to say "Mrs. Underwood," so I addressed her as...

Growing up, Mom kept the refrigerator and the pantry well-stocked, but none of it was for me. Unless. All the nutritional bounty could be mine, but only if I either accepted what Mom cooked, or if I asked specifically for something. Most of the time when I asked, the...

Sometime last winter, half a polycarbonate panel disappeared from the greenhouse. Note, the greenhouse is under my care, and has been since my husband and an employee of the Michigan State University Extension built the structure in April 2007. Considering the guys...

Coffee! Where's my coffee? It's a phrase often asked (yelled?) when people are seeking their java fix for the day. While I may not be quite that bad, I do look for my coffee shortly after beginning my mornings and it's almost always ready for consumption. What a...