By Mary Sharry Sun contributor Sadie, our black lab, is gone. Embracing her and cooing these gentle words, “You’re such a good girl, such a good doggy,” we set her free. Sounds of comfort and praise. What else could we give to an animal who eagerly gave companionship and love?
Mary Sharry Sun contributor The goldfish I bought from the dime store never lived very long. In two or three weeks, a month at the most, after I had them home they would develop red scales. Their gills looked painfully raw. First one fish and then the other, they finally looked like carrot strips afloat […]
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By Jane Greiner Sun staff writer Sometimes I am startled by the advances in technology that have become available to ordinary folk like us. My new digital camera is an example. I am in awe of the power this moderately priced piece of equipment has put into my hands.
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By Jane Greiner Sun staff writer After a long northern winter, everyone looks forward to spring. But spring is especially welcome to me this year because both my parents died this past winter. Though long expected, their closely spaced deaths left a hole in my heart, which has been slow to heal. Now I am […]
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By Linda Jo Scott Sun staff writer This story has a secret at its core. It’s a bit like writing about a favorite fishing hole — or a special spot where morels love to grow. Shhh…. In this case, it’s a small pond somewhere in Calhoun or Eaton County where a family of trumpeter swans […]
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By Mary Sharry Sun contributor One winter night, when the snow was deep, the deer moved into the village to forage at the bird feeders. I stood at the front window and played my violin. Drawing the bow over taut strings, I was intent on producing a sweet tone. For a beginner this was not […]
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By Jim Coleman Sun contributor Cottages have piles of crossword puzzle books, boxes of revered games, and dog-eared novels slouched in pine-board bookcases. A good addition to these summer amusements might be poet W.D. Snodgrass’s De/ Compositions (Graywolf, 2001). T.S. Eliot remarked that poetry was “a superior amusement,” and Snodgrass’s book is in that vein. […]
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By Linda Jo Scott Sun staff writer
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By Linda Jo Scott Sun contributor It was 8:00 on a Monday morning just south of Cleveland, and I had two hours to wait until getting together with a college friend and then driving back to Michigan. My son and daughter-in-law were off to work; I’d already spent nine days with the “grand dogs” and […]
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