Editor’s Note: This is from an old Wordle Word story. Obviously, there was a Daylight Savings time change when this was written. Grill Cook By Linda Stowe This morning, I realized we get an extra hour today. I thought about how I might spend it. I could move to a cabin in the woods to […]

We humans, are explorers. Not all of us. But some. As such, all throughout history, people have braved new frontiers. Different lands. Unknown places. Here, where I live, the history of the American frontier if filled with amazing stories. Most of these stories involve men. Explorers, hunters, soldiers, trappers, and trailblazers. But women also played

A little time to sit and think. “”””””” “Sometimes doing nothing is doing something.” — Winnie the Pooh “”””””” “The future is something which everyone reaches at the rate of sixty minutes an hour, whatever he does, whoever he is.” — C. S. Lewis “”””””” “The soul becomes dyed with the color of its thoughts.”

It is small where I live. We are out in the country, in the farmland, but our address is listed as “Camden” even though we do not live in the village of Camden. There, in that village, about 1,989 people, give or take a few. I don’t know too many of them. I enjoy living

Some people love to run. They also like to race. And with that, there are races all over the place. Marathons and sprints. Five-kilometer runs. Ten kilometer runs. Which means 3.2 miles or 6.4. Recently, we saw the running of a race called the Cocodona. It isn’t anything ordinary where races are concerned. In fact,

The other night, I was watching a TV show. The person in the hospital bed flatlined. The old ticker was not tocking. So those good doctors pulled out the paddles. You know the scene. The doctor yells, “Clear!” And then they jolt the guy back to life.It looks like the heart magically starts beating again.It

Angels. Whether you see them or not, they have been part of human history for thousands of years. Sometimes we think of them as heavenly messengers, guardians, or symbols of hope.  Or maybe we don’t think of them at all. The word angel comes from the Greek word angelos, meaning “messenger.” In the Hebrew Bible,

Anxious Child By Linda Stowe I was an anxious child. Growing up on a farm, always a bit wary about the moods of ill-tempered animals, will do that to you. My mother told me that the first time I saw an airplane fly over our farm, I dropped to the ground, certain it would swoop