The brilliant yellow purse screams, “Look at me; look at me,” from the top shelf of the Merle Norman counter. “Wow, what a cool bag,”

Anne Woodford was a witch. That was the only conclusion my 10-year-old mind could whittle out as I watched her place the giant copper pot

She emerged in the fall of 2004. Autumn colors blanketed the landscape, and winter was pressing in. Threats of snow graced everyone’s mind, and nighttime

Poets are always taking the weather so personally. They’re always sticking their emotions in things that have no emotion. J.D. Salinger

I once packed a mason jar of soil

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A winter afternoon, and fishing conditions are far from ideal: a cloudless sky and brilliant sun, its shard-like refractions ricocheting off the gin-clear creek and

Donated books reveal the inner lives of readers

Culinary traditions are integral in tying families and friends together. Joyful celebrations of holidays, weddings and births or somber gatherings, such as funerals, have food

By John W. McCauley, Lexington