This is yesterday afternoon, a gorgeous February Sabbath, and that’s my grandson writing a message in the light snow on the Floyd River with the

When my master’s program was over, I wasn’t enamored with graduate school, and I rather missed the high-maintenance life of a high school teacher. My

I showed them this old picture, something the turn-of-the century on the Rosebud, most of the kids outfitted in blankets, traditional garb.  We talked about

 I’m not unaccustomed to traveling, but yesterday, like a thousand times before, I came up on a huge strip of truck tire, something peeled from

   News flash from CNN, just now read it when I opened my e-mail.  “Winning numbers for the nearly 580 million Powerball jackpot are 5-23-16-22-29.

 Sort of eerie is what it was. We came up over a hill and found it, just across the gravel from a sprawling field full

    Mitt would count them in his column, I’m sure.  After all, they certainly aren’t part of the 47% of us who leech off