×

Local Columns

In honor of my mom

Let it be known that I’m writing this column to honor my mother. She would like the style that will be used in this rendering, because I’m borrowing the advice from butterflies to honor her. Mom was a rural woman. She grew up on a farm, and lived her whole adult life on a farm with her ...

On their own

“What are you catching them on,” the mother across the pond hollered to me as my youngest boy Jackson landed a feisty stocked rainbow for my older son AJ. With a wave that I was on my way, and a scamper up the embankment of the small community water with my tacklebox in hand, I told the ...

One year later

It’s hard to believe that it’s already been a year since the “c” word came into my life. Sadly, the word in question wasn’t “cashback.” Hearing the phrase “poorly differentiated squamous cell carcinoma” regarding my tonsil was a bit of a shock. It required some research ...

The real are you my mother?

In 1956, the movie “Invasion of the Body Snatchers” hit the silver screen. Seed pods from outer space landed on Earth. If a pod were placed near a sleeping person, a visually identical copy of that person would be produced, and only the copy would be left. Each copy had the original ...

Wondering about God’s plan

I wrote this in November 2023. On advice of attorney, I didn’t submit it then. Both drivers were beat up, but we recovered. All the equipment was totaled. We finished combining corn the last week of October. Then it was a rush to do tillage because you never know when winter is coming. ...