Denis & Margie Haack continue to write at Critique-Letters
Mary comforts our Mother Eve
A Christmas card arrived last week. Nothing unusual about that in the month of December. It isn't often that a mere card digs into…
I Wish I’d Known
One. He insisted if I was a girl I be named after her. Interesting, isn’t it? Boys are frequently named after the father and…
Crafting, Nativity and Comfort
A Salt Dough Creche Soire One December, many years ago when I was still into crafting like my redemption depended on it, I decided…
Writing with interruptions
Today like many summer days, I sit at my desk hoping to make some progress on my current manuscript. For any writer, not just…
Rhubarb and Barbcue Sauce – make strange new partners
Each spring one of the first things to poke up through the ground in the spring are little reddish wrinkled faces that quickly, somehow…
My Faux Chicken Farm
We are living in the icebox nation right now. A few nights ago it was 17 below zero with a wind chill that brought…
A Minnesota December
Northern Minnesota December As a child I loved December best of all months. It held the two most important days of the year—my birthday…
Have Smartphones Shattered a Generation?
Have Smartphones and iPhones destroyed a generation of teenagers? asks a recent article in The Atlantic written by Jean Twenge. The piece that appeared in the most…
Finding Your Way Home: Backyard Chicken-keeper
Sunflower seeds? Dried meal worms? Leftover oatmeal from breakfast? The girls are used to my presence and most curious about what treats I'm…
My Old Self is my Young Self
I’ve been working on a sequel to The Exact Place, and have been reading old letters from the past, dare I say, 50 years?…