She’s just like a kid.
March 2019 Years ago when my children were in elementary school, the son of a good friend wrote a little report on me. In the report, he talked about my books and at the end he wrote something like this: …
A huge weight lifted
November 2017 On the anniversary of Barry’s death, I knew it was time to visit the care center where he lived for the last three years of his life. I had no excuse because the bridge to get there finally …
The end of summer and autumn.
November 2017 I am up at a little cabin that sits just two feet from Lake Superior. It is a cold, rainy and windy November day. The huge waves today on the lake come crashing in and hit the cabin …
Figuring more stuff out.
June 2017 When I was a little girl, I used to get an empty frozen orange juice can from my mother. With can in hand, I would crawl under the bushes in the front of our house and pretend that …
MY JOURNEY – Grand Marais, April 2017
Stuck in a rewind Another Minnesota winter has come and gone. The weather was pretty good, not too cold. March came in like lamb and went out like a lamb, as the saying goes. Getting into a spring state of …
MY JOURNEY – To the wind
Ashes update I am writing this up in Grand Marais. I had planned to snowshoe out to where I wanted to scatter some of Barry’s ashes along one of my favorite mushroom-hunting trails. But I got the flu and couldn’t …
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