Denis & Margie Haack continue to write at Critique-Letters
Outside My Office Window Sleek vehicles enclosing flesh, blood, souls hurtling over darkening earth, the bending world. Road thins into distance, roars and whines,…
Firstfruits of a New Creation Several years ago, I set aside time to attend a lecture series by Jerram Barrs. As I was about…
Recently people have asked if I’m retired. No, I say. In fact, I don’t believe in it. For one thing, I don’t golf. Tried…
SUMMER and what you thought would be completely doable suddenly becomes Boot Camp for the unwary. Does this happen to you? You look at…
Going Home We are saddened by the recent death of Denis’ mother. At the same time just when we’d almost lost hope of spring…
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…
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…
As Christmas approaches with the speed of an escaping mouse, you were wondering what to give that special picky person in your life who…
