Springcreekland —by Joe Scheidler

It’s cold. The mercury didn’t break the single digits today. We strapped on skis and took a couple laps around the north field.  My breath f...

While I slept a new year rolled in, but it was nothing the earth hadn’t seen billions of times before.  Most of the living didn’t celebrate....

I walk with our dog Ouiser through an old goat pasture pockmarked with gopher mounds. She walks gingerly, stiff-legged, like crossing a mine...

We packed the truck and travel trailer and pointed the wheels west. It’s an annual excursion, spurred by two sons living on the West Coast. ...

I was recently asked to read some of my essays at The People’s Social , a local winery. It was a good event from my perspective, proving tha...

I  once worked for a man who was baffled by the fact that a cow could eat green grass and produce white milk. He saw it as a great mystery, ...