How Did I Get Here? By Anna Schroeder

How Did I Get Here? By Anna Schroeder

How Did I Get Here? By Anna Schroeder The Sky is bright blue. I find myself in the cab of a huge combine in the middle of a soybean field. How does a petite middle-aged female artist find herself here? I grew up in a small town with views on life that I found even...
Elisha Gullixson Memorial Part 2

Elisha Gullixson Memorial Part 2

Elisha Gullixson Memorial Part 2 Memories of Elisha by Lawrence Pevec Elisha was a lovely man. I didn’t see him that often in recent years as we lived far apart, but I have always felt close to him. I will miss his wry sense of humor and of course his incredible piano...