Venturing outside onto Earth in August, one is quickly reminded we are still deep in the sultry clutches of summer. But as always, change is afoot.  Read more

I love living in Zion Crossroads. It’s a good mix of country living and proximity to all that Virginia has to offer. That being said, every situation has a little room for improvement. So, sometimes I daydream about the following establishments opening a location at good ole I-64 exit 136, smack dab in Zion Crossroads. Read more

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Safely socially distanced in my little tire house, able to wander the woods every day with a big dog, the new viral reality often seems distant, not an issue on my part of Earth. Getting in my car for a weekly run to the store, the mask on the seat quickly reminds me that things are very different on most of the planet. As virus cases and deaths slow here and grow there, we both move closer to a new, semi-open state and farther from our pre-viral, normal past. Read more

May Day, the worldwide May 1st celebration of spring that dates back to pre-Roman times, has been canceled. The radio distress call for help — Mayday! Mayday! Mayday! — is more likely heard during these crazy virus times. Read more

Watching coronavirus updates on the television these days is both sobering and scary.  Although I know humanity as a whole will persevere, the reality is that many of our lives will likely be forever changed somehow. That being said, I’d like to use this column to share with you some uplifting moments which recently occurred in Zion Crossroads. Read more

My husband recently asked me if I would give him a haircut, so he wouldn’t have to go to the salon and be in close proximity to others. Darn coronavirus! We both had mixed feelings about this. I have zero cosmetology training, but he really needed a trim.   Read more

Good morning, dear readers. With the coronavirus affecting so many aspects of our lives, it’s comforting to see springtime arriving as usual. Spring comes in phases and I love them all. Read more

I had a feeling the bear would be early. With such a mild winter seemingly done, what point was there to sleeping in for a hungry bear? So, there he was, 40 minutes into spring, a large void in the yard, hoping to find and tear down the bird feeders but finding only a little seed on the ground. My early bear hunch had me taking in the feeders nightly. Sorry big guy, no snacks this year. Read more