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As A Norwegian Lutheran This Is Difficult

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…but I’m happy to announce that I’ve partnered with Fine Art America. On the “Home” page you will see a new link for shopping. Or, wait! Look at the bar right above this post…a little further up and to the right…there it is. “Shop.” You know you are curious, and you know you love to shop. Win-win! My photographs are… Read More

What Is The Best Part Of YOUR Day?

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Each week I tell a brief story about something I found amusing, touching, or meaningful. My intent is not to blather on about all things “me,” but to prompt others to think about the best part of their day. Gratitude is important, and focusing on what is right/great/exciting rather than what is wrong/bad/irritating spirals us ever upwards into a better… Read More

Mudda Nature Is Laughing

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Muttering as I attempted to put the grass catcher on the back of our riding lawnmower, I realized time takes its toll on everything. Over the years my husband has “fixed” parts of the grass catcher, and although well meaning, his efforts make taking the thing on and off… troublesome. There are now cats-in-the-cradle type bungee cord webs holding the… Read More

Lyrics To Hold Close

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I was splashing around in the vast and seemingly endless sea of social media and came across this set of lyrics by a man named John Gorka. The original post was made by Barney Davey under career success. See if Mr. Gorka’s words do not uplift and resonate: Morningside From the album: Company You Keep Am I a fool at this… Read More

Bed-der Days

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“Where have you been?  I was worried!”  My husband, usually a calm and steady rock of a man, entered my car, omitted the kiss and greeting, and flung those words at me like tiny Ninja knives.  His angst took me aback, and I pondered my response accordingly. This past Sunday he sang in the choir at both church services.  Fearing… Read More

The Creative Within

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Sometimes I feel like I’m waiting to be born.  Floating in an amniotic dream, I’m healthy and happy and yet, I want to arrive!  As time ushers me from phase to phase of my life—childhood, teenager, adult, wife (twice), motherhood (twice), middle-aged student—I find my womanly maturity needs ever-increasing creative expression. There are days I feel as though I’m spinning,… Read More

The Woodpile

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I love the smell of a wood fire on a cool night.  Maybe it’s because my childhood home was heated with wood that I appreciate what it takes to go from standing tree to fragrant warmth. It was part of the seasonal farm routine to take the tractor and wagon, bump along a narrow logging road, and cut and load… Read More

Energy

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Ghosts, and witches, and zombies, oh my!  Driving to and fro as chores beckon, I can’t help but notice the decorations honoring autumn and celebrating Halloween.  It makes me smile and sigh at the same time.  Just thinking about the energy required to festoon a house with little skeleton lights a month before the Christmas lights go up makes me… Read More

The Drive

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After leaving my father’s farm, I decided to drive the short distance to where my mother’s grave site is located.  Two miles from the farm take a right, go about another mile south (not too far past Edna’s old farm!), and there is the tiny, almost hidden cemetery.  The autumn-clad trees surrounding the small meadow wore reds, golds, and coppery… Read More

The Mourning After

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The open barn door both invited and repelled. I had not been inside for more years than I can recall.  Despite the dust and decay, my memories of how it used to look were intact. Did I want to disturb the dream? The reason I had returned to my childhood home was to help my siblings write thank you notes… Read More

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