Gwynn Wills

I just came back from spending a few days in Tennessee and then Colorado with my youngest daughter.  While I was at her house in Nashville, I walked out into…

After the incident the first night Rick and Reba moved in, it was several days before I saw them again. Perhaps it was embarrassment or just coincidence our paths didn’t…

Jimmy, who lived six doors down from me on Pike Street, died when he was seven years old. He rode past my house once on a red Schwinn bike with…

Last Thursday, I was having a great day. I went to lunch with a dear friend, spent an hour perusing the sale racks at Kohl’s (didn’t buy a thing, though)…

I do not like summer. There. I admit it and if any of my friends or family read this, I know you are giving me the stink-eye. I realize there…

I went to a pool party last week.  I haven’t been in a bathing suit since the early 2010s and I didn’t intend to wear one that day, either.  Some…

My father would have turned 94 yesterday. He died 27 years ago, alone, in an apartment in California. He left the area when I was a toddler. The only real…

It’s been 52 years since the Class of 1970 flipped their tassels. Crawfordsville High School graduates from that year are finally going to celebrate their 50th reunion, postponed twice because…

After rushing around on Tuesday and completely misjudging the time I had left to make it to Indianapolis to my doctor’s for my six month Medicare checkup, I was informed…

 Early in the course of the Covid pandemic, I squeezed into my knee-high muck boots, donned a pair of latex gloves, snatched a trash bag and the pooper scooper (nicknamed…