by Joanne WiklundSitting in the dark basement with no electricity, I was trying to figure out things. As a journalist, my job was to report…
by Joanne Wiklund A bird watcher I’ve always been. Wrench, my hubby had a troubled relationship with birds. Robins tried to nest over our deck door…
by Joanne WiklundFriends come to mind so often. When they do, I smile, because my friends have been and are good friends. I remember the…
by Joanne Wiklund Thinking about all the things I wanted to do this past year, I thought about everything I would have attempted to do had…
by Joanne Wiklund With the Heat Index over 100 degrees, those of us who grew up without air conditioning or sometimes even a fan really appreciate…
We are making changes to our church lobby in hopes of bringing a fresh and welcoming look to our church building. Our church building is…
by Joanne Wiklund Steve, our pastor, said Sunday as part of a service where he baptized five new Christians, that in the summer, church can be…
by Joanne Wiklund As a writer from way back, I found writing a blog a way to put words in my head down to…
As a kid I remember playing Hot Potato. You never wanted to be caught holding the Hot Potato. There was a kind…
Mowing grass is pretty much like washing dishes. As you mow, you think how good it looks when the yard is done, and how you…