Not perfect, but blessed
Blessed is the mother who has it all together and whose children walk in the way they have been taught. I heard a speaker say this. That was 30 years…
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Class of 1974
All roads lead to home. It’s just that most of the ones we are familiar with are closed due to construction. It does not matter. The Noblesville High School Class…
Vintage wisdom
Janet Kay, don’t get your bowels in an uproar. I hear my mother’s voice from time to time. She used that southern expression whenever she knew I was upset about…
Doubtbusters!
Who ya gonna call? Ghostbusters! As my three friends walked towards me at the Tampa Airport, I heard the song swirling in my head. I couldn’t help but laugh. Linda…
Finding awe in the dark
Awe … an emotion inspired by the sacred. April 8, 2024, at 3:06 p.m., I feel that emotion as the solar eclipse reaches totality. Chuck and I nestle our lawn…
The Solar Eclipse is finally here!
I am over the moon excited for the total eclipse of the sun. As I write this column, it is two days before it happens. The next one will be…
Another story to tell . . .
How can one vintage columnist find herself in such precarious positions to write about? Hold my sweet tea … here I go! On Wednesday, five girlfriends and I headed to…
How sweet it is!
Do you ever think about the sweet moments you have missed? It was just an ordinary Tuesday morning. Chuck had returned from an early doctor’s appointment. When the garage warmed…
The art of eavesdropping
My name is Janet … and I’m an eavesdropper. The one question I get most is, “Janet, where do you get all the topics you write about?” After 18 years…
Carrying the what-ifs
Do you ever go running into the future while carrying the “what-ifs?” I am a runner. Before my friends start chanting, “Liar, liar, pants on fire,” let me explain. When…