Plans represent possibilities, right? As in Plan A/B/C. And, if I may advise, from what seems like a hundred years of both successful and thwarted plans, you need at least three...
This summer vacation my friend Celia came to visit my Minnesota visit. We played: talking arguing teasing touristing eating. What a nice time it was. Here’s an album to prove it....
There is an old hymn/country song called “This Old House” by Stuart Hamblen? A few lines may jog old-old people’s memories. “Ain’t gonna need this house no longer/Ain’t gonna need this...
Growing up, we didn’t refer to the tree-filled acres around our house as the forest. We called it the woods. So even though forests blanket other places and regions, to me...
Just a few days ago I was writing about the Norway and the Nesets of olden times…and then some of the descendants appeared on my doorstep! Anne Hilde Neset, her daughter...
Once in a while, I feel in need of a political diatribe. First thing up in the morning, I prod my ancient limbs into movement, check with my brain to ensure...
April 2026. I am most content with life when regularly writing about its past, present and future. Yet, for three months now, words have failed me; the page or screen before...
Just when I vow to step back, take a deep breath, for a few hours view politics from afar, knowing (and not exactly forgetting) the horrors of so many lives: the...
And the last things I plan to say or show about that benighted year follows…and it’s almost all pictures. Holidays with family. Period. I’ve already talked about Thanksgiving in Austin and...