IN OUR OWN BACKYARD
In Our Own Backyard...Save time, lose face 
I’ve always considered myself to be a patient woman. I am generally willing to sit back and take things as they come, wait my turn and accept delays as an inevitable fact of life.
Self-checkout lanes have changed all that.
By Wendy Johnson , January 28, 2012
In our own backyard...Grandma and Grandpa in charge
Every once in a while those priceless moments come along where we find ourselves completely on our own with one of our grandchildren – no mom or dad to give directions or dole out discipline, no little sister or big brother to steal the spotlight, no rules to get in the way of having a delightful time.
By Wendy Johnson , January 21, 2012
In our own backyard....The night of the Full Wolf Moon
Amid the cold and deep snows of midwinter, the wolf packs once howled hungrily outside Indian villages. Thus, according to the Farmer’s Almanac, the Native Americans chose the name for January’s full moon – the Full Wolf Moon.
By Wendy Johnson , January 16, 2012
In our own backyard...New Year's comes in with a bang
Somehow it has always seemed important to stay up until midnight on New Year’s Eve.
By Wendy Johnson , January 07, 2012
In our own backyard...Take a lesson from a yellow lab
The yellow dog lay curled up in a ball on the fleece pad in the back seat of the car. Considering he’d done his “happy dance” all the way from house up to the back door of the car, he’d certainly crashed in a hurry once he leaped inside. Dogs are kind of like that, though.
By Wendy Johnson , December 30, 2011
In our own backyard...Hold that pose!
Something strange happens when your kids grow up and go away. The primary reason for your existence for all those years shifts entirely to your spouse – and your pets.
By Wendy Johnson , December 23, 2011
In our own backyard...Great gifts come in small packages
There’s one gift I received this holiday season that was as unique as it was unexpected.
By Wendy Johnson , December 16, 2011
In our own backyard....Wise man down!
I don’t recall ever seeing a Christmas nativity or manger scene with a cat among the lowly farm animals. But somehow, I just bet one was there.
By Wendy Johnson , December 09, 2011
In our own backyard...Here's lookin' at ya, turkey!
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I am haunted by turkey.
By Wendy Johnson , December 03, 2011
In our own backyard...I'm one proud hockey grandma!
It’s difficult for a 5-year-old to fathom just what it would be like to cover the length of the ice in a few swift strokes, much less carry the puck past multiple defenders to try to score a goal. A girl can dream, however….
By Wendy Johnson , November 25, 2011
In our own backyard...There's no rest for the weary
There ought to be a law against having the changeover from Daylight Savings time and the full moon fall on the same week.
By Wendy Johnson , November 19, 2011
In our own backyard....The gales of November draw near
There is little as nostalgic as the imminent departure of the loons.
By Wendy Johnson , November 05, 2011
In our own backyard...It doesn't make 'scents'
Scent is a funny thing. It can lure you and seduce you, it can take you on a walk down memory lane – or it can drive you stark, raving mad.
By Wendy Johnson , November 01, 2011
In our own backyard...'E.T., phone home!'
Do you know where your cell phone is?
By Wendy Johnson , October 26, 2011
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