By WENDY HODGE If you’re like me, the news is both a blessing and a curse. Every morning I weigh the desire to know what’s happening in the world...
Wendy Hodge Articles
Spectacular: Part 4
By WENDY HODGE When last we met, I was in the midst of a bidding frenzy at Bell’s Daylily Spectacular with a chance to take home the daylily of my...
Spectacular: Part 3
When last we met, I was standing on the hill overlooking the crowd gathered for the Daylily Spectacular at Bell’s Daylily Garden in Sycamore,...
Spectacular: Part Two
By WENDY HODGE When last we met, Tim and I and his parents (along with a couple hundred other daylily fanatics) were on our feet ready for the...
Spectacular: Part One
By WENDY HODGE You’d have to be crazy to do what we do. By “we” I mean Tim and myself and Tim’s parents, Jeff and Jerri. For 364 days a year, we...
No Excuse
By WENDY HODGE As I write this, we are 48 hours away from what has become a tradition for Tim, Tim’s parents and myself. The Saturday after Labor...
It Is Not Just A Table
By WENDY HODGE Fifty years is a long time, and it sure does fly by. In 50 years, you can raise a family, work hard at a job, see your children...
My Mother’s Hands
By WENDY HODGE The very first memory I have is of my mother’s hands on my forehead. Her cool fingers, long and thin, were pressed to my skin to...
Keeping Watch
By WENDY HODGE It’s a torturous thing we humans do, keeping watch over the dying. We gather around a bed, sometimes as a family and sometimes alone,...