On Monday, my daughter Abby and I packed one backpack each and got on a Chicago-bound plane. We booked a room at the Travelodge on Harrison Street, walking distance from everything we longed to see. We left behind our computers, dress clothes, cameras, to-do lists, and anything that wouldn’t fit under an airplane seat. It […]
This week brings the gift of perfect summer days, a trip to the farmer’s market, two baseball games, a visit from an old high school friend, a reunion. It also brings the general life stuff of parenting an emerging adult, navigating differences of opinion, feeling the sadness that is a natural part of that process. […]
Sunday morning raspberry muffins with our own garden raspberries.
Working bee, guardian bee
Nice font, don’t you think? Well, maybe it’s more the color. One of my son’s pet peeves is the misuse of fonts in an overall design. I see his point every time I look at a website that has several different fonts within one page, or a business card (why, yes, people still use those) […]
It’s the berries!
Your weekly offering of writing/art prompts.What time is it as I write this? Oh, yeah, it’s afternoon….2:09 p.m., to be exact. This post is not quite the first thing I did today. Sometimes, regular blog posts need a shot in the arm. A nice big shot of interest. I think that’s true for First Five […]
It all started with a flat of impatiens, those ubiquitous summer shots of color that Minnesota gardeners adore. The month of June was rainy that year and Mick and I were headed to our first overseas trip together, to Helsinki of all places. I was moving into Mick’s house. My son, who was just finishing […]
Your weekly offering of writing/art prompts.Five words for today: Happy Fourth of July everyone! Public domain photo by Jon Sullivan. http://www.public-domain-image.com/miscellaneous/firework/slides/fireworks-red.html
This morning, we saw a red fox trot across Roselawn Avenue. She (he?) moved swiftly, eyes on Mick, me, and our two dogs as she stayed whatever course she was on. We stopped, watched her, happy for this vision we don’t witness very often. “Go, fox, go!” I said. I hoped she wouldn’t get run […]