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 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…
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?…
Honeysuckle died last night and today we buried her under the magnolia tree. She was Anita's eight-year-old beloved angora rabbit, a creature who delighted…
Stormy North Shore, Lake Superior As I enter the new week, I do not anticipate trouble. Nor am I in trouble today. Unless I…
