Ink Spots

Why I Didn’t Bake a Pie for the Fair by Molly MacDonald
Pies and Such  Our church put out an S.O.S. last week, asking members to please bake more pies for our[...]
Of Magical, Long-ago Summer Memories by Molly MacDonald
I made my once-or-twice-a-summer overnight visit to Okoboji last week. When I was younger, the visits extended over weeks at[...]
A Column by Bing, Revisited for Father’s Day
Our five offspring have had a tough time with Father’s Day in the past three years since Bing died. They[...]
On the Friendly Ghosts in the Cemetery by Molly MacDonald
Our six-year-old grandson, Dylan, occasionally calls me on his Aunt Meg’s cell phone as they are walking back to her[...]
On the Art of Being a Fun Passenger by Molly MacDonald
Once again I have returned from a weekend in California. This time it was grandson Dylan’s birthday, his sixth. In[...]
Of Saint Francis and Her Fellow Travelers by Molly MacDonald
Saint Francis is, I am sad to say, a bit selfish. Not my favorite St. Francis of Assisi, who was[...]