Where have all the flowers gone? I'll take and tell you where a good chunk of the flowers have gone: two places, at the intersection of Highway 34 and the Henry-Des Moines County Line Road on …
Like a lot of people, I'd had some squamous cell carcinomas removed from my scalp. But in June, 2024, a red splotch, about the size of my fist, appeared on my forehead. It looked like a …
One of my first memories of Uncle Virgil was when my mother took me to see him and Auntie Florence on their farm between Nevada and Maxwell, Iowa. It was spring and, as we neared, we could see …
If you liked “A Man Called Ove” by Fredrik Backman, which was made into the movie “A Man Called Otto” starring Tom Hanks, you'll no doubt take a shine to “The Secret …
The advertisement on Facebook was irresistible, like one of Ginnie's strawberry-rhubarb pies. The advertisement was for a handheld, 110 volt, stick welder. It was about the size of a …
Like most everyone else, I was shocked by the gruesome murder of Brian Thompson, CEO of United Health Care (UHC). He was shot in the back as he walked across the street in Manhattan. He …
I wasn't going to read Williams' book about the horrendous murder of three women in Mt. Pleasant back in the late 70's. Why? To be honest, I was envious. I wanted to be Mt. …
I had been clean and sober 15 years when I found myself out late, on a cold winter's night, on my insurance business. I had skipped supper (well, I had a Salted Nut Roll) so was more than …
When I was in college, one of the part-time jobs I had was working for Terrible Terrance Tree Service. Terrance's full-time job was working for the college in building and grounds, mostly …
We had to be at the University of Iowa Hospital at 5:30 in the morning for Ginnie's hysterectomy. We were there on time and I was whisked away to a waiting room. This was to be a day all …
Wanna get letters in the mail from a pen pal? Aimee Gauley, formerly of Ft. Madison, now living out west with her husband, son and three dogs, has an ambitious writing project, in addition to …
I was giving Buster a tour of SE Iowa. Out on the edge of Mt. Pleasant there was an old tumbled down shack, made of logs. Buster looked at it and said, “I could take something …
