I have class tonight and feel a bit floopy about being prepared. Floopy is Latin for “uncertain,” “nervous, “and many other definitions that the word floopy stands in for nicely. I’ve read the material more than once; I’ve made notes, and pondered the meaning of the work. However, I still feel floopy. If I could stick my finger on my… Read More
In service of others…
My daughter’s best friend is entering the world of waitressing. I admire her for two reasons: 1. She’s bright and ambitious. This job will enable her to reach a long standing dream to travel. 2. Being a waitress is life-changing. What? Yes. I mean it. I’ve been a waitress several times in my life—right after high school and into college,… Read More
Pigs ears and candy wrappers…
While the title sounds like a new food on a stick at the State Fair, I’m actually talking about Booker’s oral needs. He loves to carry found objects in his mouth when we go on walks. For awhile he was wrapping the leash around his nose and then holding the slack in his mouth. This was cute until we realized… Read More
Social Butterflies and the Introvert…
I often tease my husband about being an uber-social butterfly. It is not a title he claims, but the wing holes in his shirts tell the story. For example, when we arrive at church he begins looking around to see who he knows, who he might engage in conversation, and who he might give a hardy back-clap or handshake. When… Read More
It seems like Ive been writing a lot about food lately, but thats only because I have been. As the season changes from summer to fall my Norwegian/German/Bohemian genetics want me to put on winter insulating pudge. How can I deny my heritage? Were going to have a robust apple crop this year, and I just made my first pie… Read More
The face in the mirror…
I was talking to an acquaintance today and she mentioned that her sweetie of fifteen years had gone to the Burning Man event in Nevada. She said she reacted strongly when he called and casually mentioned the nudity and shenanigans that are part of the Burning Man environment. At first I wasn’t sure what she meant by “reacted strongly,” so… Read More
Seeds for joy…
The second crop of raspberries is ripe, and I was out there this morning vying for my share. The canes are a tangled mess daring the undetermined to stay away. No matter. If the bees and other assorted bugs can go after the quilted fruit jewels, so can I. Many of the berries literally fell into my hand begging me… Read More
A brother’s love…
At some point in his youth my husband was told there had been an older brother. It was somewhat unclear if the infant had been stillborn or if he lived a short while and then passed away. My husband said his parents didn’t really talk about it. I’ve often teased my husband about being raised an only child. The generalization… Read More
Ripe and luscious…
It’s always a fun challenge to come up with healthy and tasty meals. I knew I wanted to make a casserole—in Minnesota we call those bad boys “hot dishes”—and to keep it simple. Looking about for ingredients I pulled a package of frozen tortellini from the freezer. While the pasta boiled, I went to the garden and picked handfuls of… Read More
Love Boat…
This past weekend was my husband’s birthday. I always try to include an experience along with his unwrap-able gifts. Examples—one year it was setting up a make-believe campsite in our bedroom, and another year it was having him co-pilot a WWII airplane. The imagination involved is more important than cost. This year I found a place where we could get… Read More
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