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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Spit and Whittle Club meets again

These here last couple of months have caused the boys at the Spit & Whittle Club to come to the weakly metin all fired up. There were so many things that I jist decided I couldn’t report on thim all. But this weeks metin were the most civil till the end. First we...

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Rites of passage

I packed my suitcase with my winter clothes, red housecoat, and jewelry box. For the first time in my life, I left home in February 1968 to attend Central Michigan University. In retrospect, the day is grounded as a rite of passage. Never again did I share a bedroom...

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Small but powerful acts of love

Nick was quite a character. Back when I was in the Navy, Nick shared the other side of a wall with me. My bed was up against one side in my room and his was up against the opposite side in his room. Even before I knew his name or had met Nick, he made an indelible...

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The crows’ conference caws

Friday, January 29, the sun set while I typed the last line of my second novel. Two hundred and ninety-nine pages. Five hundred and eighty five hours. Surprised and gratified, I rolled my chair away from my desk, two days before my deadline. What now? No, best not...

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Be part of a mercy culture

Do you remember when McDonald’s used to have an advertising ditty that included the words, “You deserve a break today?” I’m old enough to remember when Calgon bubble bath used to advertise with a tag line, “Calgon, take me away!” Marketing firms are keen observers of...

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Poetic justice

Our kittens, Cuddles and Mittens, chase one another, spat from kitchen to dining room. Their two-ring circus amuses me, unlike PJ and Mo, our beloved and belated tomcats, lone mousers for eight and eighteen years respectively. Several weeks after we buried Mo, we...

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