Recently my husband and I hosted a young man looking for work. He is my son’s best friend, and we wanted to be able to help him when things were looking very bleak. For 2 1/2 months we adjusted to having a third person around, and while he was a perfect gentleman and very considerate, when he left for a… Read More
Hats and lemon drops
With all the media attention focused on the upcoming Royal Wedding, I find it interesting that the style trendsetters are giving a big nod towards hats. My grandmother always wore a hat to church (and had a coat pocket full of lemon drops for antsy granddaughters), so it feels like life has come full circle. Grandmother’s hats were fairly small… Read More
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Rituals
There is something very sweet and comforting about rituals between lovers. I’m not sure if it is generational thing, but my husband always walks around to my side of the car and opens the door for me, helps me with my coat, and calls at noon just to say he’s thinking about me. I hope I return his thoughtfulness in… Read More
A bench, and a spirit
In our backyard sits a garden bench my husband made. It is simple in design, and I love it. Our dog Hunter used to see me sit on the bench and then jump up next to me and just…well, be with me. Hunter passed away two days before Christmas, and we were shattered. With any ragged cut the healing process… Read More
A sight for sore eyes
Now that the spring sun is getting a bit more consistant, I’m seeing an awful lot of dust and cobwebs and things I’d rather not know about. (Is that a mouse dropping or a thistle seed?) I remember that my grandmother was a fanatic about keeping a spotless home. She’d pick every speck of lint of the floor, and rub… Read More
A Tad Special
Sorry to blather on about my husband, but he is the best part of my day. I’ve been feeling the dings and dents of stress lately…I have homework to do, lots going on in my personal life, friends who are in a low place and need comforting, and so on. I mentioned that I was going to chain myself to… Read More
When is Middle Life?
When I was growing up it seemed like all the men and women in our small farm community were old. They weren’t of course, it was just my childish lens on the world. I was listening to a piece on NBC’s Today Show and the “expert” was saying that our life expectancy has increased, so is middle age the same as it used… Read More
Rock On, Booker
In Minnesota, the warm days of summer are a treasured collection. I have a favorite wicker rocker on our deck that is my get-away and read spot. For some reason, Booker has decided this is now his favorite spot too. He sits on the chair and actually rocks. Other times he keeps track of what we are doing in the… Read More
Hair, there, and everywhere
There seems to be a slow recognition of change as we age. We are surprised when we look in the mirror and discover a new wrinkle. And it’s not like it’s some tiny thing…it’s more like a valley running through your face complete with rock climbers and alpine skiers. How was it not there the day before? My friend Jodi… Read More
