• The simple things

    I heard them off in the distance, the distinctive calls of the sandhill cranes. Circling overhead, the cranes came in and out of sight. Would they land in our back field? Would they continue farther east?

     Slowly, I’m learning when the bluebirds nest and the hummingbirds come. I’m fortunate to have a friend who cares about these signs of the seasons.

    “Don’t expect the hummingbirds before St. Patrick’s Day.”

    “The sulphur butterflies are the first to appear.”

  • Don't fence me in

    “Oh, give me land, lots of land under starry skies above

    Don't fence me in

    Let me ride through the wide open country that I love

    Don't fence me in….” Cole Porter

    I love fences. I love cows, horses and quiet country roads. I love bright blue skies, trees and wildflowers.

    I worry that they may soon be gone. Senate Bill 7068 creates the Multi-use Corridors of Regional Economic Significance Program within the Florida Department of Transportation (FDOT).

  • Let it be told

    By Sue Vogt

    Guest Columnist

    I’m reading a new book on my Kindle. The plot is a simple formula: heroine inherits house from distant relative, arrives in town to take possession of it, and discovers a family mystery.

    Of course, at some point, the heroine has to eat. So she pours herself a glass of wine and places a dainty portion of chicken salad on a bed of mixed greens. Really?

  • I am racist

    I'd like to broach a topic that rarely gets openly addressed in Williston—or Levy County or Florida or the United States: racism. Before I get into it, let me make clear two things: first, I am white; and second, being called "racist" is not the same as being called a "bad person." So, without apologies to anyone, let me get straight to the point.

  • Things I think about and remember

    By Marcia Burr

    Guest Columnist

    This is World Alzheimer’s Awareness Month, but the thing to remember is that it’s not just Alzheimer’s and it isn’t just a month.

    There are hundreds of kinds of dementia and the people who go through this live it daily.

  • In defense of AARP

    By Mignon Craig

    Guest Columnist

    My grandfather retired in 1951 with what he thought would be enough income from social security, his pension and his savings.  What he didn’t anticipate was the inflation of the post war years (over 50 percent in his lifetime) and there was no medicare until 1966.  When he died in 1969 he left a $500 mortgage for dentures on his old mobile home.  My parents had to sell the home and take in my grandmother because she didn’t have enough income to support herself.

  • I am afraid

    As a mother of a young black man in America, I am afraid.

    The January incident with NBA Rookie Sterling Brown has raised this fear another notch, because he is my son.

    Yes, that man is younger than my son, and taller, and a professional basketball player.

    But when I see him, I see my son.

    Yes, he parked illegally, and selfishly.

    But how that young man behaved when he saw a police officer at his car is what my son would do, what we have talked about doing, what we brought him up to do.

  • What I learned caring for my father

    By Jessica Gilbert

    Guest Columnist

    I recently took my father into my home and cared for him while he was on hospice care. I was honored to do so.

  • Williston, Fla.

    I’m Thomas Griffin and I moved my small business to Williston about six months ago.

    I recently attended a meeting on planning the future of Williston. I have also spent some time with numerous small companies in the region and learned this greater area has a very distinct affiliation with craftmanship and heritage.

  • The hair evolution

    What is it with women and their hair?

    Good hair days, bad hair days. We seem to be ruled by the shape, cut and color of our hair.

    The female friends I have who aren't concerned about their hair have done the thing that makes the most sense – they've cropped it close to their heads leaving no question about whether it's a good hair day or not. Every day is the same.

    I wish I were one of those women who didn't worry about their hair. But I'm not.