"This is the year," said my wife. "This is the year we finally get the house cleaned up. We've been putting it off for way too long."
"I agree. We just have to harden our hearts and learn to let go of things.
Every so often a new idea pokes its way up into the general consciousness, like a sprout of greenery pushing its way through a crack in the sidewalk.
It's safe to predict that most new ideas immediately meet with resistance.
We've all heard the suggestion about keeping things local, "things" meaning your shopping, your place of worship, the school your kids or grandkids attend, and so on.
The idea, at least on the surface, seems to make sense.
Those of us who have spent our lives here in the Midwest can't help but harbor a special love for monarch butterflies. Of all the beautiful marvels of nature that grace our part of the world, monarchs have earned a place of deserved honor.
Last week's unseasonable snowstorm in the Black Hills of South Dakota, with its attendant images of frozen cattle and buried automobiles, underscored the insights of a fascinating book by Dan O'Brien titled "Buffalo For the Broken Heart.
Nearly 2,000 years ago the Greek philosopher Epictetus wrote a sentence that anticipates much of what we know of modern psychology:
“To accuse others for your own misfortunes is a sign of lack of education; to accuse yourself shows that your education has begun; to accuse neither yourself nor othe...
Many years ago a family of chipmunks moved into our house.
Not the house proper, of course; nothing like that. Instead they took residency under the stone and-concrete walkway leading from the front door out to the attached screened porch.