by Joanne Wiklund Some years holidays can get us down. We try, but we are overcome by tradition and memories. It seems like more than…
by Joanne Wiklund Leftovers from Thanksgiving are in the freezer or all gone by now. Nothing like leftover cold dressing with a little Miracle Whip…
by Joanne Wiklund Thanksgiving week. I can’t believe we’re here, even thugh I’ve been complaining about how fast time is passing. It’s either flying or…
by Joanne Wiklund Throughout the current election cycle reports of how the mental state of the population of the US was doing was being defined…
by Joanne Wiklund Many times these days I wake up and wonder what day it is. Or the date. Today is important, but not as…
by Joanne Wiklund With stress and trauma in the world today it is almost contagious. We can catch it by a weather report, a news…
by Joanne Wiklund Stories of how people escaped waters in the Southeast USA which ran down mountains continue to pour in. Family members watched other family…
by Joanne Wiklund A Samuel Taylor Coleridge poem came to mind when I watched hurricane coverage on TV. “Water, water everywhere and not a drop to…
by Joanne Wiklund Our family has been party to so many of God’s surprises. We thought we knew the upcoming outcome of a bad situation. We…
by Joanne Wiklund Friend. What a great word. Old or new it doesn’t matter. I was thinking awhile ago that age has really nothing to…