Small Town News

If you’ve been keeping up with my Rebel posts, you’ll agree she is a mess. She’s exasperating, frustrating, and all the other negative -ating words that you can think up. But then she walks up to us and sets her chin on a leg as...

  Remember my friends Savanna and Jordan, the family with six kids? They dropped by for a short visit, just twenty-four hours. John and I got a taste of grandchildren—an empty house transformed into a beautiful, chaotic mess, then quiet...

I said this just last month—I’m a planner, that’s my happy place. I get a warm fuzzy feeling when I make a list and check it off. Not to beat a dead horse, but I’ve got the accounting degree, I stayed the course, and checked...

As I’ve grown older, I’ve gotten more cynical. Soon I’ll be shaking my fist and yelling, “You kids get off my lawn!” Although the only kids that have been on my lawn are my own, so maybe not. But I’ve embraced...

  You know that woman you hardly know, but you’d love to be friends with her? She seems funny and smart and just so cool. But she has other friends and you travel in different circles, and you just think that she probably needs no more...

  In September this column will be four years old. It’s been so much fun! When I approached the newspaper editor about writing weekly articles, I was asked what it would be about. “My journey from living in a big city, with...

Let’s face it—women are much more into Valentine’s Day than their male counterparts. Young women can get a little crazy, whipping up a date for February 14, then obsessing over the entire evening from menu to mementos. As we...

What was your last bad moment? I don’t mean a stubbing your toe sort of thing, but a really bad moment in your life. Come to think of it, I stubbed my toe last month and my nail is showing lasting effects. It might qualify as a really bad...

‘Tis the season for coughing, hacking, and blowing our noses. Despite our best efforts, John and I both caught the yucky stuff that’s going around. John affectionately refers to it as “The Crud.” I call it “A Major...