One of the most commonly stated facts about mental health in the United States is that rates of anxiety and depression have been rising for years.
Goldenrod is blooming, and with early autumn colors hinting at the darkness to come, it won’t be long before daylight saving time ends, and we’re left to reminisce on a porch swing or by the garden fire.
Garden space is precious, as are the time, effort and expenses required to grow stuff there. So, unless you garden for therapy, occasionally think about minimizing inputs and maximizing outputs. And grow what you need.
I’ll never forget one particular day in the sixth grade. My class was playing kickball for PE, and I was already a little frustrated because I thought that the PE teacher had stacked the teams by putting nearly all of the good players on the other team.
Asparagus is one of my favorite vegetables. I love going to the grocery store or farmers market and finding the fresh stalks this time of year. I even invested in an upright steamer to make preparing fresh asparagus a breeze. One time I thought about planting some until I found out that you …
We have a few weeks of school under our belts, and things are going remarkably well. I will be honest and say that I spent a few sleepless nights wondering what a typical day of school would be like with all the changes in our lives. I also don’t really remember what a typical, normal day is like.
Having watched a lot of television over the past few months, I began to really take notice of some of the commercials. I wondered how much influence advertisements have on our purchasing certain brands.
Nearly every time I’ve worked with a couple, they’ve listed communication as one of the primary reasons that they decided to seek therapy. This fact was emphasized to me when a man at my church told me that if I didn’t think that every couple needed work on communication, then I wasn’t worth…
When you live in the country — even though I actually live in town, it is still like being in the country — you learn to keep a ready stocked pantry. Staples are kept up to date, the freezer is full, and favorites are always on hand. I keep a list in my kitchen of things in which we are runn…
My sixth graders have a daily writing assignment for their journals each day. The first day of school I usually have them write something about their summer vacation. This year my first-day topic will be “What have you been doing since March?”
Tuesday is National Hamburger Day. Everybody loves a great hamburger fresh off the grill. They smell almost as good as they taste. There are countless chains to choose from to order your favorite “fast food” burger.
“I Scream, You Scream, We All Scream for Ice Cream” was the title of a top 10 song from the late 1920s. It was written by the team of Billy Moll, Howard Johnson and Robert King and performed by Fred Waring’s Pennsylvanians. For ice cream lovers, this still holds true today.
One thing that I frequently hear, especially at times after a long session with a new client, is how hard it must be to have to listen to someone talk about their struggles. It’s often said in a jokingly way: “I bet you don’t want to see me again,” or “This is going to be the craziest hour o…
I have always been a “trivia buff.” Little-known facts that amount to absolutely nothing are intriguing to me. I often wonder how people know or find out certain things.
It’s true, the old adage that gardening is good for us, and one of the upsides of COVID-19-related restrictions is that I’ve had ample opportunity to give it more practice.
My son turned 35 years old this week. It seems like yesterday that we were bringing him home from the hospital. When we arrived home, our friends and family had decorated our yard with signs welcoming “Baby Steven” to the world.
We will soon mark our country’s birthday. Americans will celebrate with parades, fireworks and barbecues. Friends and family will gather to share and be thankful for the many freedoms we enjoy.
I write a lot about the four-generation family women who influenced my gardening approach, but haven’t given enough props to my dad’s mom, a prim garden club flower judge who instilled an appreciation for striving for ideals. Her books of blue ribbons were proof that attention to detail and …
Father’s Day is a wonderful day set aside for men all over the world — a day that should be celebrated as strongly as Mother’s Day. Unfortunately, it is a time that is often overlooked for so many.
I received an email from a friend recently that told some “Adult Truths.” I thought they were quite funny, and I had even thought of many of these myself.
Everyone has felt the pain of being left out. Maybe it was a birthday party or a sleepover that you didn’t get invited to in grade school. Perhaps you didn’t get asked to sit at a particular table at lunch, or no one asked you to a high school dance.
As I write this week’s column, I am looking at a precious sight. My granddaughter and several of her friends are swimming in our pool. They are laughing and giggling, stopping for snacks, and enjoying each other’s company. It is Leila Rose’s 10th birthday.
This week’s emails included some real doozies, from an unusual problem with poison ivy to what kind of plant do I want to reincarnate as to whatever it is that Imogene Fitch wants me to do.
Are the concrete chicken, big urn and homemade toadstools in my garden antiques, heirlooms or just old? Not too many folks get bogged down in semantics, but there are subtle differences in those terms.
I did not grow up a cat lover, but I married one. Since I was allergic to cats as a child, I was never around them. That is one allergy I’ve grown out of, and I couldn’t be happier about it. We have never gone out looking for a cat as a pet; they seem to find us.
Since being at home for almost two months, I seem to have been cooking more than ever. My freezer is full of casseroles, soups and sauces. I’ve stocked up on kitchen and pantry essentials. Trying new recipes and preparing some of our old favorites has been a daily ritual.
During the seven years I taught fourth grade at Cruger-Tchula Academy, one of the favorite units of study we had was a study of birds in our science class. We drew all of the different birds we studied and made a scrapbook. Of all the birds we studied, the hummingbird always seemed to be the…
I got ambushed by a powerful fragrance while busting out of the cabin for an early evening walk around the neighborhood. It was cloyingly sweet.
To say that our lives are in a tailspin would be putting it mildly. The thought of not being in church on Easter Sunday just adds to the sadness. I know we can worship in other places than in church, but on this special Sunday, there doesn’t seem to be any better place to be.