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Some of my favorite memories from childhood revolved around our front porch. Read more

Rick Watson

One morning last week as we walked, I saw something in the barnyard that caught my attention: a shard of cobalt blue glass from an old Noxzema jar. Read more

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I’ve had a fascination with books for as long as I can remember. Read more

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Sometimes being mindful is harder than you might think. Read more

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I don’t pretend to be a saint — Lord knows I have faults — but I try to “see” people. Read more

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At lunchtime the other day, I left my office to attend a Chamber of Commerce lunch meeting. The sky was tombstone gray with light mist falling. Read more

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There’s a wild crabapple tree down by the barn that has never borne fruit, but through the years, it’s become one of our favorite trees. Jilda has kept her eye on it since early November. Read more

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I’m coming to another intersection in my life, and I need a good thinking place. Read more

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When the Army drafted me in 1971, the roads in my life changed. Read more

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When I was younger, I struggled with the thought of starting school that first year. I’d been a free-range kid ever since I could walk without an adult holding me up. Read more

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We stopped by to see Jilda’s sister Nell a few weeks ago, and during our visit, she told us about her latest kitchen thingamajig. Read more

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Under the ancient glider on our screen porch is a plastic tub of toys. We never had children, but we’ve served as baby sitters for working family members through the years. Read more

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My wife Jilda and I have pictures on our fridge. The photos are of three friends we’ve lost in the past year. They each held a special place in our hearts. Read more

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Looking through Facebook posts of my friends this week, I felt a little envious and sad. It seems every other post is someone’s smiling mother. Read more

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Something interesting happened to me on the way to work this past week. Read more

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I’m “procaffeinating” this morning. That’s the tendency to put off doing anything until I’ve had coffee. It’s an affliction that began early; and I’ve struggled with it all my life. Read more

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A few weeks ago, I stopped by the forks of the river in Sipsey on the way home. Normally, there are several people there sitting in folding chairs, shooting the bull and watching time pass at the speed of a slow-moving river. Read more

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I’ve been at a creative low tide since November. Usually, when I get in a slump I simply wait it out. But that tactic wasn’t working this time. Read more

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What’s pink with jingle bells around its neck and goes hippity-hop through the mud and snow? Read more

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When talking with a friend recently, I mentioned that coming up with fresh ideas for this column was sometimes a struggle. Read more

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