Bonnet Creek is southwest of Orlando and near Disney World. The closest venue is Disney Springs, but unless you want to visit Mickey, you don’t have to leave. There are hotels with water complexes where you can float endlessly around in canals, golf courses and spectacular restaurants.

Dashing out the door, I jotted a quick note and placed it beside the bag of five, “Help yourself to a cookie!” I’d spent the morning baking for an event but had a feeling my husband would enjoy the new cookie recipe. After all, it included nuts and white chocolate. What’s not to like?

I greatly appreciate when readers of my column request a topic and this week’s is a result of a request — “please explain the suitable foods for a fiber diet especially for adults.”

New Carlisle is a good choice for any day trip. The downtown is loaded with shops and restaurants that draw people from as far as Chicago.

“Glory to God in highest heaven — and peace on earth to those with whom God is pleased ... But Mary treasured up all these things, pondering them in her heart.” Luke 2:14, 19 NLT, ESV

Smells can come from a variety of sources during the holidays, and they aren’t always from just flowers.

If you’re hosting a New Year’s Eve gathering, you’ll probably end up going one of two ways. Either you’re going hardcore minimal effort: chips and dips, salsas, maybe a cheese and cracker tray, or you’re looking to impress and will go the homemade delicious, but labor-intensive, hors d’oeuvres route. You can tell its fancy, from the French-ness of it. And while I applaud that thought process, as you’re way less likely to end up with a room full of guests getting Cheeto dust fingerprints on everything that way, the sheer thought of all that work is exhausting. Once we’ve all limped, tattered and bedraggled most of the way to the holiday finish line that is New Year’s Eve, we should take it easier on ourselves.

Nearly 10 years ago (next March) I was asked by then-Goshen News publisher Jim Kroemer and editor Michael Wanbaugh if I would be interested in writing a gardening column for them. They lacked this particularly interesting topic (everyone loves gardening, right?) and were interested in adding it to the paper. A meeting followed with a discussion on what was expected of me.

As darkness slowly crept down the mountain, the snow started falling, first in soft, small, spiraling flakes, then in a thick, swirling curtain. We were driving up to our Christmas destination in the Rocky Mountains. Until now, the road trip had been uneventful and the road clear. But as soon as we hit the turnoff for Estes Park, a tiny snowflake came down and then another until the sky above us became an endless blur of snow.