Women's Issues Midlife And Beyond
By Gail
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
By Gail
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
By Gail
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
By Gail
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
By Gail
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
By Gail
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
