It was a mindblowingly hot weekend for early June in Minnesota. I don’t do well with heat and humidity – I get migraines — so if this weekend’s weather was any indication of how most of the summer is going to go, I’m in big trouble. But there was some relief. And no, I didn’t…
The Thursday before the Sunday that I flew off to New York, I took a Mosaic Birdbath Making class at the Orange Caterpillar Studio. The reason I mention that it was right before going to New York is that I was frantically unprepared for my trip and was kicking myself for overbooking my time with a…
What makes a river so restful to people is that it doesn’t have any doubt—it is sure to get where it is going, and it doesn’t want to go anywhere else. — Hal Boyle Last weekend, Steve and I thought we would take the Brew Babes for a walk at the Rum River Park. We…
At the writing conference, I went to a session led by Morgan Grayce Willow on keeping a Writer’s Journal. I have plenty of journals, of all types and sizes, but I wanted to learn how journals can be used to improve my writing. Morgan emphasized that you don’t have to write in your journal every…
I know this is long, but if you are a writer or woman of a certain age, it is so worth reading (I can say that because I’m just the messenger, not the brains of the message). I spent the weekend at a writing conference for writers over fifty at Open Book in Minneapolis. I…
“Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another: “What! You too? I thought I was the only one.” — C.S. Lewis Luke and I haven’t yet been on a trail ride this year — I’ve simply been too busy. But my friend Cheryle and I took a short jaunt through…
