I love to learn about history. But there are some chapters in human history that are difficult to comprehend. This isn’t because we don’t understand what happened.  We can figure that much out.  But they have become difficult and terrible because we cannot imagine how people could have allowed it to happen. It seems this

A creature of habit, I am. Every morning, I eat eggs over easy, ham, and some form of toast. Yes. Glorious bread that I have jammed down into two slots of the magical, incredible, beloved toaster. Most of us probably don’t give much thought to the toaster sitting on the kitchen counter. That good old

Well. It is that time of the year again. Fall has filled the air, and it is the perfect time for a bowl of soup. Ahhhh. Good old soup. Soup may be one of the simplest foods ever invented, but it is also one of the most universal. Nearly every culture has some version of

I used to run. It was several years ago, but I would get up every morning and run between 5 and 7 miles, all before breakfast. I did this for quite some time. That being said, I’ve never been a runner. It was always difficult for me. Here’s another thing about me. I used to

November is upon us. Where did September and October go? Our fall is falling fast. As such, I thought I should give you some things to remember about November, since it will probably fly right by too. We all know I love rocks. Many of you do too. So here is something. November has two

Pillow Talk By Linda Stow My brother got a new pillow. Well, it was new to him. His sister-in-law passed it along to his wife, who then passed it along to him because neither of them liked it. But for my brother, that pillow was just right. He said it was the perfect height for

One of the biggest treats when I was a kid was popcorn. Back in those days, there were no microwaves. Hence, no microwave popcorn. No. Mom made it on the stove in a heavy pan. I used to love the entire magical process. We’d pour in the oil, add a healthy layer of kernels, close

Mole butts.  Or should I say “molasses”?Either way, it is a sticky subject. It sounds like something from a Road Runner cartoon. But it is so true. It happened on January 15, 1919, in the great city of Boston. It was then and there that they experienced one of the strangest disasters in American history.