I didn’t know I cared about jazz. Sure, I’d gotten caught in a “Heavenly” Harry Connick Jr. wave in the early ’90s—my teenage self swooned over his velvety voice and big-band sound—but it wasn’t until 1996, when a crew of chain-smoking college-age hipsters invited me to their poker game that jazz began to rewire my| Iowa Source - Iowa's Enlightening Magazine
February. That month when two people are better than one under the covers. When the dinner hour is still dark enough to eat your favorite dish by candlelight. When the piece of chocolate cake you order before the show is just the right size to share. You find your cozy seats. Your fingers accidentally touch| Iowa Source - Iowa's Enlightening Magazine
Meredith, an Iowa native, was baffled when she earned her high school's writing award in 1993. It wasn't until twenty years later that she discovered she actually enjoyed wordcraft. (Too bad she's still a two-fingered typist.) Thanks for reading, friends!| www.iowasource.com
“If you want to find the secrets of the universe, think in terms of energy, frequency, and vibration.” —Nikola Tesla I was having a particularly rotten week. Anger was near the surface. And grief was bone deep. I was tempted to book a session at the local Smash Room when I remembered a new business| Iowa Source - Iowa's Enlightening Magazine
On my way back home from a wedding in northern Iowa last month, the ideal timing for a sandwich stop put me right about at my hometown of Ames. I thought to pop in on my Uncle Sam, who still lives there with his wife, but fresh colds put the kibosh on that plan—they’d caught| Iowa Source - Iowa's Enlightening Magazine
