It is overcast this morning. 8am and I’m happily ensconced on my patio with journals, pens, coffee, temp hasn’t reached 80 yet. There’s only one mosquito tormenting me, even for New...
It’s a cool cloudy morning! Makes me feel like writing instead of despairing of the heat and the sun. A good morning to declare my two biggest accomplishments in life: 1)...
Messages of praise and affection for Tasia have been many, on Facebook and elsewhere. Well-deserved, professionally and personally from 91 years of a well-lived life. I’ve been an acquaintance of Tasia’s...
A highlight of any northern summer is time with cousin Terri and family who live about as far north as one can get without crossing over into Canada (if only…) Terri...
I keep revisiting this post and debating why I’m writing it. This morning, reading a new story in Le Monde about the horrendous flooding in Nepal, I imagined so vividly sitting...
It appears the changing of plans midway through Minnesota confused me. It takes less and less to do that. So even though I call this post the end, that is a...
I was a sentence or two into yet one more sentimental note about my ‘glorious’ Minnesota childhood. A perfectly fine childhood in a better than average place…but it is possible I...
This summer in Minnesota is already distanced from me in ways I don’t like. In miles and climate and that feeling of homeness (whatever that means). But however long I live...
(Judy, Ray, Me) Old friends, old friends… Can you imagine us years from today… How terribly strange to be 70 [80] [90] … Old friends, memory brushes the same yearsSilently sharing...
Summertime. Family. We gather. Here and there, now and then. Our positions defined in the usual way. Moms and dads. Kids and grandkids. Uncles and Aunts. Siblings. We like and love...