February 23, 2022 Even as a longtime fainter, I can still donate blood I come from a line of fainters, at least that has been my life-long story. My maternal grandfather was a fainter, according to my…
February 23, 2022 Moor or Less: It was Spike from the very beginning Note: This story is part of a series that Bill Moor is writing for Clay Methodist Church on some of its members’ lives, including…
February 22, 2022 Mulligan Stew: 17 aunts and uncles taught me everything one needs to know — and I miss them Today, my dad’s last surviving sibling, Unkajerry (as he spelled it), died. My parents, Don and Barbara Mullen, are still living near Bloomington. Not…
February 15, 2022 Are we whistling past too many graveyards? I love the term “whistling past the graveyard.” It speaks to me in terms of imagining people whistling a happy tune as they stroll…
February 14, 2022 Moor or Less: Jean Gates Celebrated Her 75th Anniversary Before She Passed When Jean Inglefield — later Jean Gates — went to Adams High School in the early 1940s, schoolmate Fred Crowe said she was the…
February 7, 2022 True story, but would you believe it — or ever see it A few years ago, I met a woman who wanted to learn how to write. She had moved to town, took a clerical job…
February 3, 2022 Moor or Less: Of a Flat Tire, Four Lug Nuts and an Unscheduled Stop in St. Louis My car once overheated while I was driving my daughter and three of her teammates to a soccer tournament in Wisconsin. I had to…
February 2, 2022 It’s Time to Go Back to the Purcell Center Not that you need my permission, but here it is: You can go back to the Purcell Center to watch basketball. Men’s basketball, or…
