Springcreekland —by Joe Scheidler

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, ...

We dug potatoes yesterday, a chore Lee looks forward to. I run the fork while she kneels on the ground snatching up tubers. She grins like a...

  I can point to an experience seven or eight years ago that explains why I write. On a warm summer evening my wife and I were on the dock ...