by Joanne Wiklund Memory can be a challenging asset at times as we age. We find ourselves in search of lost items. In the house, garage,…
by Joanne Wiklund With the world the way it is right now, it’s sometimes hard to remember who you are, in your deepest heart. Change has…
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…
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…
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…