Columnists/Opinion

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So close…just 90 miles off the coast of Florida…but worlds away. That’s how I describe Cuba, the largest island in the Caribbean and the site of my vacation last week. “Vacation” is not an apt description of my visit there, however. As much as I enjoyed spending time with my brother and his …

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These days much of our banking can be conducted from our computers and even our phones, but online banking is not always the transaction mode of choice. Some people prefer the face-to-face interaction, the pen-to-paper signature, and they like to take a piece of candy from the bowl on the co…

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Back in the days when I was actively hiking fourteeners, there was an article in Outside magazine that gave me and my fellow hikers hours of debate fodder. It had to do with color. Was it better to pitch a tent in a bright color—say, orange or red—that could be seen from a long way off, or t…

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With excited curiosity Joe and I peered through the slats of a horse trailer that had just pulled up. Forty-one goats and four sheep stared back at us. Tails flicked, ears twitched, and nobody made a sound. We weren’t at the 4H barn at the county fair (although it smelled like it—in that swe…

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We’re about halfway through summer. I’m not looking at a calendar to figure out the astronomical reckoning of the season, I just know the longest day of the year is behind us. The days are still hot but the nights are getting shorter. The garden has stopped its aggressive growing and is look…

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The internet is adequate when I need a recipe in a snap. But when I have the time, I like to sit with my cookbooks of yore and peruse the old-time recipes. These include my grandma’s Fort Des Moines Methodist Church cookbook (1968), the recipe book from my mom’s 1970s Newcomers group, and of…

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Something happened to the clothes in my closet since a new virus descended upon us almost two and a half years ago. They got dusty. A fine line of gray powder runs along the shoulder seams of blouses and dresses. Slacks, too, have a path of dust where they drape over the hanger. I could flap…

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If you saw a ragtag group of people wandering the streets of a small town, each carrying projectiles that could possibly be bean bags and wearing the same color shirts that say, “We are Wards” on them, what would you think? That they were wards of the state, perhaps?

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It started with my sister Alice in Sacramento. She’d recently flown to and from Hawaii and, despite wearing a mask while in an airport or on a plane, she caught it. She told me all about her trip when she got home and the next thing I knew, it was my turn to have it, and what a doozy it was!

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Day is done. The sun sighs orange as she blinks heavily, drowsy from the day. An osprey glides across the sky, landing on a dead tree branch across the way, a fish flopping in its talons. Ducks glide across the water’s mirror in a silent flotilla. Even the geese, usually chasing each other o…

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