Minnesota experienced its first genuine winter storm last night and into today. In our neck of the woods we received somewhere between 8 and 10 inches of beautiful, sticky, wet snow. I only wish I would have had more time to make a snow sculpture because the texture was perfect for creative endeavors. The problem with this amount of heavy… Read More
The little moments…
Lauren, my web designer, is a special person. Her creativity and views on life delight me like a refreshing spritz of perfume. For a while my husband and I fantasized about having her “accidentally” meeting my son. Maybe sparks would fly. Maybe, maybe… Anyway, we like her that much. This morning I received an email from Lauren updating me on… Read More
Into thin air…
The boar-bristled brush grumbled through the mess known as my hair with a minimum of pain on this bed-head morning. Looking at myself in the mirror with a resigned shrug, I pulled the somewhat tamed tresses into a haphazard ponytail and called it good enough. A little lipstick, a caress of brown eye-shadow, and a dusting of powder on my… Read More
GPS Geese…
I’ve heard it said Minnesotans are obsessed with the weather far more than other parts of the USA. Maybe we are. I would argue that when you have to make a one hundred mile round trip drive to class, and the roads are unplowed, and the snow falling is so thick that the windshield wipers clog up and look like… Read More
A head start on childhood, one cuff at a time…
The exasperated father turns to his adult sons and says, “Fine. Because I retired today, the two of you can physically wrestle here and now for the company and for the house. Winner takes all.” The mother, listening in disbelief, snorts her disapproval because she wants both privileged sons—who are living at home and unemployed—to take the reins of the… Read More
A brief love…
My daughter often grimaces and says, “Ewwwww…” when she notes my husband and I acting, saying, or being mushy with each other. Although in truth, now that she has her own boytoy and home she is saying fewer “Ewww’s” and more “oh’s.” Maybe understanding is the byproduct of relationships that are healthy. So, I’m giving fair warning to her. “Sasha,… Read More
A gift worth returning…
In the syndicated cartoon “Zits” by Jerry Scott and Jim Borgman the challenges of raising a teenage son in modern society echoes the challenges of generations past. Be it a room so messy the closet and bed are lost in the clutter, responsibility side-steps, or bewildering social behaviors, parents and child continue to grow within the relationship. Once in awhile… Read More
The blue days of winter…
Each day the stalks of the blue hyacinth bulbs reached tiny leaves toward the filtered window light, but were rewarded with stingy warmth at best. I watched the pot as I worked on the computer, and impatiently waited for serious sprouting. It seemed like the timid plants knew of my hunger, and would tease me with overnight growth. Each morning… Read More
Memories Cast in Iron…
It’s only about six inches across, and has the blackened bumpy texture only decades of use creates. If needed, it can make a delectable hot breakfast or be wielded as a formidable weapon. (I’m just guessing on the weapon thing in case you were wondering. Honest.) The heft of the old cast iron frying pan requires respect when handling…not unlike… Read More
Dreams…
The book is called “Fish” and it is the true story of a seventeen year-old boy sent to prison for robbing a Foto-Mat store with a toy gun. There are many levels to the why of it all, but the writing is good and the results are troubling and confusing. I’m about half-way through the book at this moment. Last… Read More
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