Perspectives

Marnie O. Mamminga celebrates women’s basketball as it is today by remembering what it was like when she was a kid.

Like a Genie in a bottle, love for Marnie O. Mamminga’s granddaughter poured from the past and present on her 16th birthday.

It seems so long ago, but Marnie O. Mamminga takes us back to special moment during the pandemic when the bells rang out.

Marnie O. Mamminga celebrates 50 years of Title IX.

Hummingbirds, teachers, and students — Marnie O. Mamminga makes the connection.

The stillness of early morning speaks to me. The gentle breeze, the hummingbird at the feeder, the dragonflies dancing gracefully hither and yon. In joyful accompaniment, a pair of wrens sing their melodic song like a hymn to summer. And I am grateful for the reminder. For our hearts are heavy with the turmoil of…

Some call it scilla, some call it squill, but Marnie O. Mamminga calls the little blue harbinger of spring “heaven.”

My spark bird has arrived. Maybe yours has too. Although I have always had a spark bird, I never knew it by that term until recently, when I discovered the expression in a National Wildlife Magazine. According to the article, a spark bird is the one bird that inspires a lifelong passion for bird watching,…

I love a good road map. Although I admit GPS systems are handy dandy for many occasions, I prefer not to have a robotic voice directing me down a barren electronic grid. Instead, give me a good old-fashioned road map anytime for I want to see the big picture when on the open road. Perhaps…

I have always loved to set the table. There is something about the placing of silverware, plates, napkins, and on special occasions, candles and a centerpiece, that brings me joy. And this has never been truer than at Thanksgiving. Ours is a long vintage table found decades ago at a garage sale, and it has…