When you get older, there are days when it is actually hard to get up from your seat. Like, actually. Actually standing up is difficult....

How many of you will google some of the people and details in this blog? I know I will be digging a little deeper into a couple of them....

In 1751, a Jesuit Mission was formed in Manistee. In 1830 the village of Manistee was one of fifteen Ojibwe (Odawa/Ottawa) villages that...

Are you a saver or hoarder? If you have been reading my blogs, you will likely guess that I am not just talking about saving physical...

So, I have this extra extraordinary gift. I know others who also have it. I got mine from my mother. One of my daughters also has it....

Changes, changes, changes…ahhhhh!!!!!! How much can a brain take? Can we continue to be a blessing when the world is stressing us out? I...

I have noticed for some time now that some people who have been downtrodden as a group are more likely to fight for right, for justice,...

Good morning, everyone. Yes, it is morning. (I used periods as it's too early to get too excited.) It’s the Friday after a busy week of...

Are you dressed for it? Do you wear red, white, and blue clothing or carry flags? Do you spend time with your family barbequing or...

This is a message from one of our in-loves (in-laws) sisters: “About two weeks ago I am at work and this woman came up to me and asked if...

Tiniest of pebbles, mere grains of sand… colonies as big as a house. Weight of snow, sand, and clay…filling spaces Pushing, insistent,...

As a kid, did you ever find something cool in the dirt while you were digging to make the perfect town for your hot wheels cars? Perhaps...

I remember feeling quite proud of myself after getting my first job and spending some of my hard-earned cash on a new pair of jeans and...

One of my brothers recently made up a word: ambisucrosity which means: able to use either hand for different tasks as the hand/brain...

The big garage I reminisced over last week was relatively empty (as my child’s perspective recalls), while Dave’s parent’s garage, where...

While the younger half of our bunch were in grade school, including me, we had a big, old, three-car garage (yes, it was often dusty)...

My husband, Dave, remembers every car they owned while he was growing up. He can still hear his dad telling him jokingly that the car...

When I was a child, my uncle owned an antique car, something along the lines of a 1940’s or '50’s Plymouth sedan. It was one of those...

When you go to new places, looking across vistas or up a staircase as it wraps around higher and higher, what do you see and think? Is...

Writers are (or should be) taught to notice things, to look deeper, to make up – and write down – whatever comes to mind and to see...