I was having a genuinely down moment saying goodbye at the end of a physical distancing visit to my son’s home in Hamilton. We don’t ge...

When I walk the woods these days I realize that I am seeing only a fraction what is here. The trees, the low-growing bushes and the ani...

From Shaman’s Rock By Jim Poling Sr. I am hopelessly out of touch with the world of 2020. My hair has led me to that realization....

If I stand on tiptoes this week I can see August. That makes me happy because I’ve never been a fan of July. Too much heat. Too many peo...

The riddle and the madness   From Shaman’s Rock By Jim Poling Sr.   Why is a raven like a writing desk?   That’s the question the Mad Hatter...

The pleasures of summer are numerous, but one of the best is passing a pond or lake edge where water lilies have made their home. These plan...

Look deep inside the pandemic and you’ll see other sicknesses. Not simply sicknesses, but full-blown epidemics. An epidemic of selfishness, ...