Denis & Margie Haack continue to write at Critique-Letters
Heartbreak
I was eight years old for one of my first encounters with “heartbreak.” Our game little dog, Bing, was kicked in the head by…
Author: Margie Haack
Dinner en Blanc
Lots of salmon, salads and chocolate Last night was the annual evening gathering - the Dinner en Blanc - a pop-up picnic where hundreds of…
The Bedroom Vault
Ned Bustard of Square Halo Books released a new book I was privileged to see in manuscript form earlier this year. Revealed: A Storybook…
Good Friday Chicks
For a long time, it has been my dream to own a few hens – like 3 or 4 max. Last week it came…
First Tattoo
This past weekend Granddaughter turned eighteen – that magic age for getting certain things you have waited for so long to own. It was…
H is for Hawk or leaving the wild
H is for Hawk. By Helen Macdonald. This book has been winning awards and is wildly popular. As often is the case, I’m late…
Tracking the 4th dimension
We, I, don’t see normal. I can’t see this other dimension. But there are tracks that lead me to a tiny sliver of what…
Prayer Beads for the Forgetful and the Distracted
Rosaries always fascinated me because they were forbidden in the religious tradition I grew up in. They were one of those Catholic trappings, like…
Massive uncertainties
Today, out in New Hampshire where The Great Aunt has been living, a few family members sit vigil by her side as she seems…
Oatmeal Pancakes (with spleen)
With the L’Abri conference coming up this weekend, am prepping for workshop “Cast Iron Rises Again.” I was reminded last night of…