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A Harvest of Peace
The weather was gorgeous last Saturday when I drove home from northwest Iowa. The farmers, unable to harvest their crops during our wet October, were out in force. Mile after mile, combines devoured the straight, rustling rows. Augers poured golden streams of corn and...
Man of Steel and Woman of Aluminum
My dear husband and resident man-of -teel broke down this fall and got his first flu shot in years. Actually, the hospital where he works was quite adamant that all employees get the shot or wear face masks into the foreseeable future. So Hiram chose the lesser of the...
Flexibility
For the past few weeks, I’ve made conscious attempts to strike a new path. To get more exercise and simultaneously expand my horizons, I’ve altered my walking route to include a jaunt along a lovely path in our city’s largest park. But my lily-livered legs barely...
Sioux City Sue
When I was a kid in northwest Iowa, Sioux City was big. Really big. Really, really big. It was the center of civilization and all things phantasmagorical, a legendary place we visited a few times a year for gala events such as the Shrine Circus and the debuts of...
Perfect Timing
I’m home this morning after spending Wednesday until Saturday night on the road for several speaking engagements and book signings in northwest Iowa. I met so many new people in Alta and Storm Lake who were enthusiastic about A Different Dream for My Child. The...
There Will Be Beauty
My breath caught in my throat when I looked outside one morning earlier this week. The walnut and ash trees east of our neighbor’s house were naked, their limbs stripped of leaves. This fall has been a wet one, and the bare limbs reminded me of how little time there...