Like the air we breathe, the water we drink is of vital importance to our health, yet its origins beyond the tap are somewhat mysterious. Down at the southern end of the village nestled among the foliage on Jacoby Road…

  Warm-weather seekers from the surrounding region surged into Yellow Springs for Saturday’s fall Street Fair. Kids went straight for the young fuzzy alpacas and the sand and henna art fundraiser for the Yellow Springs High School class of 2012, while others took an interest in hand-made jewelry, shea butter products and bonzai plantings. And […]

It has been over a year since the Yellow Springs Family Health Center operated by Wright State University Physicians left Yellow Springs; the clinic has not been able to secure the funds needed to rebuild a medical center.

Local resident and business owner Elizabeth Stardancer pled guilty to a third-degree felony of abuse of an elderly person in Greene County Common Pleas Court on Friday, Oct. 1.

Throughout the 1980s on the east side of Hilltop Road at Fairground Road there stood a modest, old house with a conspicuously large metal cage in the back yard. On nice days, passersby who happened to focus beyond the fencing would likely have seen what appeared to be a lion. Was it a pet? Did it live there permanently? Could it escape?

Misoshiru is one of the simplest soups to make as winter whooshes in.

Several Yellow Springers devoted themselves to their dahlia patches this year and produced some breathtaking flowers. Even if these dahlias didn’t win ribbons, they certainly won hearts.

Spring may be most flowers’ idea of a good time, but for those meticulously cultivated, brilliantly colored, dinner-plate-sized darlings known as dahlias, late August to mid-September is when the real party starts. And dahlias know how to have a good time.

Everybody has a story, whose content is subject to interpretation by its teller. In the case of Nonstop Liberal Arts Institute’s newest project, the storytellers are four area artists who have created three installations for “Local Stories — An Oral Histories Project.” The stories they tell are of the residents who live here and form the essence of the local landscape.

Ever since I was old enough to understand the news that was always blaring on TV at our house, all I knew about Ethiopia was that a lot of hungry people lived there. When I learned it was the source of the Nile, I thought it couldn’t be all bad.