They are lined up outside before the doors open. Even if it is cold or rainy, they are there. Waiting. For they are hungry. Today is their one day of the month when they may come to our local interfaith food pantry for a grocery cart full of nourishment. We exchange greetings as I walk by, some…
They are lined up outside before the doors open. Even if it is cold or rainy, they are there. Waiting. For they are hungry. Today is their one day of the month when they may come to our local interfaith food pantry for a grocery cart full of nourishment. We exchange greetings as I walk by, some…
Ants. Mosquitoes. Flies. Oh, My! But other than that, what’s not to like about a picnic? Having learned the joys of picnicking pleasures from my parents as a young child, I have always been a picnic lover. In my youth while on our Wisconsin vacations, my mother and father thought nothing of throwing the five of…
The morning’s pale lemony light colors the winter’s woods against an aqua sky. Short, snow-covered evergreens stand like so many snowmen under the bare arch of larger forest trees. Stillness and silence prevail. Bundled up in long underwear and down outerwear, I hike an isolated forest road at minus 8 degrees. There are no people,…