Ink Spots
Stories from a small town in the Midwest
by Molly MacDonald
Of my somewhat strange conversations with the Almighty
My friend and newspaper colleague, Dorothy Muckey, once gave me some wonderful advice. She told me that when she needed to write her weekly column and was staring at a blank computer screen with no idea what to write about, she would simply say, "Okay, God - you have...
Of two gardens in my life and how they grew
'Tis the season - for corn on the cob! Does anyone not love it? My earliest memories of having this bit of heaven on earth date back to when Don Smith had a big garden where the St. Cecelia parking lot is now. Don and Dot lived in the little house on the corner of...
Of more (somewhat scary) airplane travel adventures
In past columns, I have confessed to 1) losing my wallet in a park in Los Angeles, necessitating flying home sans any identification and, 2) forgetting my wallet at my sister's cottage in Vermont, necessitating flying home sans any identification. As I reported...