BETTER ME THAN DEAD By Linda Rondeau Dodging traffic and sniffing dogs, I continued the daily grind going house to house with a not so happy spirit. I was hired by a local school district to conduct its yearly census. It was not a job that I relished, but it…
On Thanksgiving Day, our family will gather around a table laden with the usual dishes: cranberries in Jell-o, mashed potatoes, sweet potato casserole, green beans, oven-warm rolls, sliced turkey and pickled beets. Lots of pickled beets, for everyone from grandpa to preschoolers relishes that tangy taste from home grown and…
There was a time when I wallowed in my dread, feeling dejected, rejected, and ejected. My marriage was ending, a second career collapsing, and my little farm slipping away. I did some writing, and one of the collections of short pieces I titled, “Nobody said Thank You.” That was eight…
Philip Schubert is the meanest teacher in the world. I know, because I was in his Speech Class during my sophomore year at Fort Atkinson High School inWisconsin. The whole idea of taking speech class, a required subject, terrified me. You see,Fort High was exactly the seventh school that I…
