Each spring, about a week after I finish planting my flowerbeds and boxes, and everyone…
My mother’s favorite flowerbed at her east gate, the cornerstone of her garden really, is…
The answering machine picked up at Dad’s house. He was probably in the woodshop making…
I’ve been caaaasually shopping for houses, and I’m amused at what some folks call “freshly…
Fairfield art teacher Bill Teeple wants you to know he’s alive and well. As the…
Your phone has more germs on it than a toilet seat. At least that’s what…
What. The. Heck. We will all emerge from this sticky cocoon eventually. Into a cautious,…
Making it as a small business is hard enough on a good day. These are…
I thought I knew how Irish the Hickeys were. A gathering of knitters collects in…
Over Rehearsed by Meredith Siemsen He smelled of honey and almond and had ironed his…
I’ve been thinking about a quote that was floating around online a few months back,…
On Christmas Eve and again on Christmas Day, Fairfield Area Community Theater’s whiz-bang recording of…
Sometimes Christmas feels like a garbage can of dashed hopes and dreams. And I don’t…
Hardship doesn’t preclude joy. In fact, a wellspring of joy is a powerful weapon of…
Pie! Pie! by Meredith Siemsen When you’re just not into football, there is no better…