WAUKON, IOWA ~ Somewhere, a person may soon pull a handmade quilt across their lap without ever knowing the women whose hands helped make it. They may be a veteran receiving care in Iowa City. A patient at Veterans Memorial Hospital in Waukon. Someone experiencing homelessness in Des Moines. Or perhaps an older neighbor settling…

Well now… I almost became a mail carrier. Yep. Almost. For a little while there, I truly thought delivering mail might be the next road I was supposed to travel~ one that would help support my gifts. It sounded steady. Respectable. Useful. Folks always need their mail delivered, after all. There was just one small…

Overheard at the Coffee Shop Every morning, three farmers met at the same corner table in the same coffee shop. Hank raised beef cattle. Roy grew corn. And Lester came from a lifelong Iowa pig-farming family. Their farms had been passed down through generations, along with equipment, habits, opinions, and the firm belief that nobody…