Farmacology
A walk through an old cemetery can give us a glimpse at the challenges for generations past.
A walk through an old cemetery can give us a glimpse at the challenges for generations past.
Late last month, Hurricane Harvey inundated not only Houston, but, incredibly, an area the size of Maryland, with no location in that zone receiving less than 30 inches of rain.
I was enjoying breakfast after a nice spa weekend with some friends, when one of them noticed a woman choking at a nearby table.
A woman once told me about going with her husband, who had a heart problem, to see his primary care doctor; at the end of the visit, the doctor said, “I’ve written you 12 prescriptions.”
People take action and make changes to create recovery in their lives every day in Aroostook County.
Most genealogists would rather have a root canal (or as one told me, give birth in a store window) than spend an afternoon at the Registry of Deeds tracking metes and bounds.
Intense competition encourages the marketing industry to fashion itself after a junior high dance — lovely young girls in their very best jeans and carefully coiffed hair, silently willing some boy across the room, “Oh, pick me, pick me. Don’t even look at those other girls.”
Clear blue skies are a sure sign of peak summertime. These are the days when time moves fast, and yet for a moment it stops. In the moment thoughts of peace and tranquility rise.
On a recent bike ride, with goldenrod and Queen Anne’s lace lining the roads of the open countryside, the singular sound of late summer was all I could hear. What was it? The chirping of crickets.