I can't think of another person who is more qualified than Malala Yousafzai to win the Nobel Peace Prize, to be announced on Friday.
I have a love-hate relationship with a clown.
I've always had freckles. Ever since the sun first hit my baby face, I've had a smattering of freckles across my nose and cheeks.
Somehow, in the past two weeks, my vegetable garden exploded. Its sole produce? Tomatoes. Have I mentioned that I'm allergic to raw tomatoes?
It was Date Night last Friday.
OK, so the kids go back to school on Monday, and I STILL haven't bought their school supplies. (I'm in denial about their "textbook fees," too— what are my taxes for anyway???)
My friends, I have failed you. I failed myself too.
My now 11-year-old daughter spent a week at Salomon Farm Park camp as a "farmer in training" recently, where she fell in love with the two pigs being raised on the farm — so in love with them that
When I first moved to Fort Wayne in 1994, the only farmers market available was the venerable Saturday morning South Side Farmers Market on Warsaw Street.
What up, dawgs?