“Abracadabra and fiddle-dee-dee. My ego is outraged to see the new me… Abracadabra and body-ho-ho, my former neuroses, where did they go?” – Marianne Williamson, Everyday Grace During this rather drab, up-and-down temperature, little but snow-dust winter, I’m grateful I have a horse and dogs to get me outside. If I didn’t, I think I’d hibernate…
I’ve been a bit off lately, a bit out of breath. And I keep thinking I’ll feel better when: I finish a couple query letters and get a magazine to accept one of my ideas. I have another story polished and a literary magazine publishes it. I have a completed first draft of my book and…
During the year of the snowless winter that sucketh, it was difficult for some citizens of the Minnesota kingdom to get excited about skijoring. Those people (like me) who tend to be more into the fun aspect of hooking up to a dog and having her bound down the trail, propelling them on their skis…
Snow has many sounds Depending on the temperatures Before, during, and after Walking the paths It can be like Stepping on Rice Crispies Snap crackle pop! Squeeky Like new tennis shoes On a gym floor Or shooshy Like a slinky Coming down the stairs These days, There is an abundance Of slip and slide If…
The ice princess Surveys her kingdom She seeks out her trusty steed To carry her on her journey Perhaps they will jump onto a shard of ice And float to New Orleans Or they may simply stand on shore Watching the ice burn orange
This weekend did not go according to plan. Some very wet snow, followed by a dive in temperatures brought out the wimp in me, I’m embarrassed to report. Instead of being outdoors, I went into cooking and nesting mode. Saturday, I needed to use up my remaining bread dough so I made three more baguettes,…
