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Seventy degrees, the last two dozen pieces of firewood stacked lazily against the rail, to be moved over to the fire pit. Cows and their...

By: Beatrice Iceman   Any of you who have read my writing in The Current know how much I treasure words. Their fascinating history goes...

By: – PEGGY CROWLEY CLUTZ – It was a beautiful, warm, sunny Mother’s Day, and the one-hour drive to visit my mother seemed to fly by....