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…
Denis & Margie Haack continue to write at Critique-Letters
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…
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…
A Salt Dough Creche Soire One December, many years ago when I was still into crafting like my redemption depended on it, I decided…
Today like many summer days, I sit at my desk hoping to make some progress on my current manuscript. For any writer, not just…
Each spring one of the first things to poke up through the ground in the spring are little reddish wrinkled faces that quickly, somehow…
We are living in the icebox nation right now. A few nights ago it was 17 below zero with a wind chill that brought…
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 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…
Sunflower seeds? Dried meal worms? Leftover oatmeal from breakfast? The girls are used to my presence and most curious about what treats I'm…
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?…