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Columns

  • Counting my blessings

     A week from the time I am writing this, many of you will have overdosed on tryptophan, the amino acid in turkey that allegedly makes you sleepy or you've maxed out your credit cards or bank account on Black Friday deals.

    Either way, you've probably taken a minute – or 10 – to think about all those things that make you grateful.

    Last year, I told you what a difficult year it was and that I knew this year would be better.

  • Their stories need to be told

    The first time I came to Williston was Veterans Day 2005.

    I was living and working in Chiefland and I volunteered to cover an event in Heritage Park.

    I didn't know what to expect. I'd been in Florida about three months and had never even ventured to Williston.

    I was not disappointed.

  • It’s a gamble with the cat food

     So I am checking out of the Cat Food Store as The Carnivore calls the mega pet supply center in that town that turns blue and orange on Saturdays in the fall (like a scene from “The X Files”) when the cashier asks, “How many cats do you have?”

    “Four.”

    She looks over the two-week supply of cans, bags and treats that fills two of those reusable totes,. “They like a variety of food,” she says.

  • It's not funky without 'fun'

     When Tom and I started traveling more by air than land for our vacations, I learned quickly how important it is to be organized and how essential it is to cram as much as you can carry when you board a plane.

    We were in an airport somewhere when I spied what I thought was the perfect solution – an Ogio backpack that didn't look as if I were ready for the Appalachian Trail.

  • It's who we are

    I've always been a traditionalist. I suppose that goes along with not liking surprises. I like knowing what's going to happen. I don't like guessing about what ifs and I like having a plan of action.

    I've become a little less rigid since Tom and I have been married, because he is the Master of Spontaneity. He likes nothing better than hitting the open road and searching for hotels at midnight. 

  • Finally a clean election

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    or several years I have started off the "silly season", better known as campaign season with a fervent wish that things would be clean and without some of the negativism that has plagued other campaign seasons. 

  • Here I go again

     I miss spending lazy Fridays chatting with Winnelle Horne on the porch of the Levy County Quilt Museum. 

    She certainly tolerated my foolishness while educating me on Levy County culture. 

    One thing the late founder often said to me,”You're certainly opinionated.”

    “Um huh. You want me to leave now?”

  • Put up the cords, Dobby's here

     I've never owned a puppy before but in two short months, I've learned that puppies – like babies – should be had when you're young.

    Ever since Tom has been on the DL – about a year now – we've bandied about the idea of a dog that would be a companion for him while I am either at work, or visiting grandchildren.

  • Thank goodness for Mississippi

    Ever since I wrote the column about the Mississippi Roast and The Carnivore things have been changing at Herding Cats Ranch. 

    Shortly after the roast debuted, The Carnivore told me to put together a French toast casserole, store it in the fridge, get a good night’s sleep and pull out my work boots, ‘ cause I was gonna need them.

    He meant that literally and figuratively. 

  • Little sleep, but who cares?

     I'm tired. Plain and simple, I'm tired, perhaps even bordering on exhausted. As I write this, I'm sitting at my daughter's dining room table while the lull of the ceiling fan drones in my ear. My grandpup, Iago, is among the lucky – he's catching a nap on the back of the sofa.