Early in the pregnancy DeAnna knew there was a problem. Rushed to the hospital in Indianapolis they performed a procedure to drain excess fluid out of her womb. This still did not fix the problem. Baby Silas was accumulating fluid on his lungs. A few months later DeAnna was rushed again to Indianapolis and then... Continue Reading →

In the woods south of town lives an 89-year-old man. In a 100-year-old house. With a 200-year-old cabin attached to the back. His name is Vern Cook and he is leaving a legacy. I spent this morning with my squirrelly daughter Isabelle. With a pudgy smile and a constant stream of jibber jabber I chased... Continue Reading →