It seems never-ending. “Experts†claim which foods are good for us and which are not. Wait a short while and, like the weather in Minnesota, it all changes. When I was young my grandmother told me her mom would pack her school lunch in a small bucket. Mostly it was fresh baked bread smeared with pork lard, and maybe a… Read More
Love To The Max
When the flu season took hold in Minnesota this winter, one of its first fatalities was a young man named Max. Max was just a young boy the last time we saw him, and was only seventeen when he died. Max’s parents had been active in our church as music and worship team leaders. Eventually their family moved to Texas… Read More
A Typical Friday Night At The Gates’ Household
The weather promised rain through the night and into Saturday. The air felt damp and cold, like a sweatshirt that hasn’t quite dried out after a hard sweat. Feeling a need to hunker down and bring on an extra dose of comfie, my husband and I poured some wine, curled up on the couch, and popped in a DVD.  We… Read More
A Tad Unfunny
Over the weekend my husband invited our husky, Booker, into the sunroom. This isn’t unusual, but it was a fairly mild day out and Booker seemed bored by being inside. Pacing, Booker created nose art on all available surfaces as he looked for something to catch his interest. My husband pantomimed that he should put his front paws on the… Read More
“Auto” Pay More Attention
One arm was squeezing a grocery bag too tight, the other juggled my car keys, purse, tennis shoes, and a pot of hyacinth bulbs nearing bloom-time. I had enough wiggle left in my fingers to get the kitchen door open before dropping all of the above in a spectacular mess. Pudgy (our cat) wisely skittered off before a wayward avocado… Read More
Pain-ski All Over
There are nine stairs from our living room area to the upper level where our bedroom and bathroom are located. I know this because my husband and I went cross country skiing this weekend and my muscles have been angry with me ever since. Each step up–or down–causes me to reflect on how in shape I am. Or, more evidently,… Read More
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