Ink Spots
Stories from a small town in the Midwest
by Molly MacDonald
Of Old Photos and Gardens and Horses
By Molly MacDonald 202209Mollypic In going through old photo albums, I came across a picture of my sister, Sheila, at about age six, pretending to hoe Don Smith’s garden. I say pretending because I don’t think she had the foggiest idea how to actually hoe. She was,...
Of Non Happenings and Swell Words
By Molly MacDonald Since my last several columns seem to have been laden with my travel/computer/dishwasher/emergency room woes, I thought I’d try to focus on happy stuff this time around. Ergo: I haven’t had any travel woes since last we met, mainly...
Of Being Over The Three-Bad-Things Limit
In the time since I have been back from my California Christmas visit (I had a wonderful time, thank you for asking), a few glitches have attacked me. Well, maybe not attacked, but at least targeted me. I don’t like being targeted by glitches, or any other kind of...