In the fall of 2016, I became a substitute bowler on my husband’s Monday night team. Hanging out with the guys every once in a while, yucking it up, sharing stories, eating pizza, and drinking the occasional beer was fun — until I lost my perspective.

I enjoyed subbing for…

“No, Tim! No!” Ron hollered as he, and his best friend, flew out of the boat, splashing into the hot ditch near the Sangchris Lake Power Plant like innocent lobsters tossed into a pot of boiling water.

Earlier that day, Ron and Tim had been busy cleaning their boat trailer…

Of the 8 million Americans who received their second Covid-19 stimulus payment on a debit card, my 90-year-old mother should not have been one of them.

When Mom opened a letter with a debit card attached, she assumed it was junk mail and tossed it in the trash. Having second…

When it comes to Christmas, I’ve never gone all out like they do in the movies.

Commercially, the Christmas focus is on selecting the perfect gift for every family member, but I don’t have the female shopping gene. I have trouble deciding what to buy for myself, let alone others…

I’ve had my share of summer vacations. I’ve even written about them, but there’s one that stands out among all the rest — the time my husband was spotted allegedly throwing drugs off the Clay’s Ferry Bridge over the Kentucky River.

The weather was clear and sunny when we left…

In 2010 I was asked to be a Mother’s Day speaker. My children were grown and gone with children of their own so I wrote a ten-minute talk about my three rules for “Mothering, not Smothering”.

1. Have a sense of humor when raising children. …

The two women stood in the church foyer nose to nose, arguing over the color of foil surrounding the Easter lily pots.

It didn’t matter to them that it was Easter Sunday, that the church was packed to overflowing or that every member had turned to watch the commotion behind…