“Mommmmm!” Amalia’s voice issued from the sunporch-cum-temporary kitchen one day earlier this week, in an untempered, raggedy wail. In the living room, I dropped what I was doing (laundry, of…
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It’s a bumper crop year for elderberries here in Nebraska, it appears. Little Mack asked me yesterday when we were going to start school. I looked at him blankly for…
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Well, well, isn’t it a surprise (actually, kind of a shock) when you raise your precious children and teach them (nearly) everything you know, and you feel pretty good about…
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My sister recently gave me a juicer–a rash move on her part–as she was packing up for her move to the country. Poor Anne. She is probably missing her juicer…
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The very early morning is a halcyon time for me. I roll out of bed very early, pad through the dark (and quiet) house, make a fire in the living…
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