As my siblings and I arrange the funeral for my father, I offered to contact a florist. Operating on a budget, we nonetheless wanted flowers that echo the essence of Dad. Flowers festive enough for celebrating his life, and masculine enough to indicate his love of hunting, fishing, and the outdoors. My husband called Vicky Chenoweth, a kind and compassionate… Read More
The Blinking Light
My father died Saturday night. I knew it was coming. In some far-off distant “it’s not going to happen to me†way we all know death is coming, but I believed there was more time for him. For us. My heart said he would beat the doctor’s prognosis because my dad was strong. In fact in my mind he was… Read More
A Pint For A Pint
I have a bit of a love hate relationship with the American Red Cross. I love what they do, but I don’t always love the way they do it. I’m referring to their various blood drives and my part in them. Once I started donating years ago, I began getting phone calls, emails, and cards in the regular mail. Each… Read More
A $20 Moment
Trying to avoid the inflated $20 parking fees a Gopher football game creates, my ever-frugal husband drove to our distant “usual†parking spot for sports events. The day was gray and dribbling rain like a cranky baby in full teething mode. I sighed because a walk in windy wetness was not high on my priority list. But walk we would…. Read More
Theft, And Found Smile
“You won’t be canning the tomatoes from the CSA share,†my husband said. I tilted my head in confusion. “Were there none in the box?†I asked.  “There was no box,†said my husband. He had stopped at our local grocery store to pick up the CSA  (community supported agriculture) box that arrives every Friday morning. This time of year… Read More
The Golden Thread
Cars and trucks and motorcycles roar past us by seemingly inches. My husband and I are on the shoulder of the highway making our way to a gravel road where we walk our dog, Booker, twice a day.  Booker pulls on his leash, filled with trust and dog innocence. He’s intent on the joy of discovery, a frog here, and… Read More
Please Check Out Dr. Claudia Kittock’s Website, “HealththruChaos”
My most wonderful friend and wise counsel has just launched her website, healththruchaos.com. Dr. Claudia Kittock has been through hellish trenches with colon cancer, its treatments, and the physical and psychological ramifications that evolved as a result. Now cancer free, she wants to help others realize the importance of real food, exercise, and giving oneself permission to put health and healing… Read More
Cat Demons…I Mean Demands
Pudgy has a way of speaking very loudly when she wants something. Not in words, of course, but in the language of cat. For instance, if I’m not awake at a time she deems necessary for her breakfast needs, she’ll stick her wet nose on mine and wait. If that doesn’t rouse me she’ll walk across my chest…repeatedly. It’s shocking… Read More
Fear
The room was surprisingly full for a Tuesday afternoon. People I deemed as “regulars†complained about the lack of parking on this sunny September Day. The occasion? An informational meeting to entice those aged fifty and beyond to consider what comes next in life. Do they want to keep working in some capacity after retirement? What do they value? What… Read More
My Two Scents Worth
Our refrigerator bulged with garden produce. What a gift! What a challenge! I decided to tackle the veggie bins and came up with a hodge-podge casserole that leaned towards something, somewhat, Italian in a Minnesotan (hot dish) sort of way. Zucchini, tomatoes, onions, garlic, olive oil, and hamburger. I added rice noodles, seasonings, and parmesan cheese. In the oven it… Read More
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