There is a thin veneer writers maintain in order to live in the world. We sit in a puddle of thoughts, splashing our words onto paper, napkins, or computer screens, and hope others will want to see the results. To be that open…to invite judgment and criticism… is torturous. And yet not to share what is within is even more… Read More
More Than A Fair Day
A line of fidgety folks stood before me. The ticket booth for the Minnesota State Fair was doing hot business after a week of weak sales. My husband already had his ticket since he would be doing volunteer work later in the day. Waggling his ticket in the air… safely within the fairgrounds… he waited as I took one slow… Read More
Seeds Of Happiness
The hunger for soil under the fingernails in spring’s first warm days does crazy things to the mind. Each year I mentally plot out my garden with the intention of rotating crops. This time I wondered if I put in two mounds of squash could I plant sunflowers around them? My idea was that the squash would use the sturdy… Read More
A View From The Table
“At what point does a cemetery become meaningful to a person?â€Â  My husband and I were driving back from visiting several family gravesites when he posed the question. This particular cemetery is in Michigan, and our visits are sporadic at best. As we walked the grounds and placed bouquets on the headstones there was a sense of peace, but also… Read More
Urine For It Now
Poor Pudgy. She pee’d on the bathroom run. She pee’d on the boot tray. She pee’d on the kitchen rug, and she pee’d in a freshly dried basket of laundry. Pudgy was miserable, and I wasn’t far behind. Earlier in the week I had taken her to the Veterinarian where it was discovered she had a urinary infection. The Vet… Read More
An Awkward Segway
We had a six o’clock appointment with danger. Adventure. Reckless driving. Unfortunately, we were late. My husband, with the assured confidence of a young Marco Polo, said he knew exactly where we were to go. A smidge of road construction and a dash of detours later and we were looking at a corn field. With the delicate tact of a… Read More
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