I don’t have a dog, but my daughter does, and he’s a rescue named Waffles. Let me tell you about Waffles. Before Waffles came into our life, I was afraid of dogs. Stop me if I’ve explained this before. My fear dated back to my childhood when my family had a golden retriever named Mike the Dog who jumped on me a lot when I was trying to feed him. Dry dog food, wet dog food, water, and a raw egg would spill down my blue school… Continue reading
Thanksgiving’s over. Over, I say. No more turkey. No more lounging on the couch. No more crossword puzzles with pie. It’s time to get back to work.
Good thing I like work.
I suppose it’s been said before, but one of the nice perks of being a writer is the footgear.
Having snapped this photo of a rainbow, I was delighted to discover afterward that the picture includes three flying saucers as well. What a fortunate coincidence that they happened to be orbiting in range. Enjoy!
We meet every July on a lake in northern Minnesota to pass the sunscreen and rediscover how we are a family. We played volleyball (10 vs 10), barefoot soccer and Ping Pong, swam, canoed, log-rolled, paddle boarded, water-skied, water-tubed, jigsaw puzzled, ate scrumptiously, read books, wrote in the log, sang around the piano, and played ukulele, guitar, and chess. The kids organized the annual harrumph, which in our family is not an expression of disapproval, but rather a show featuring magic tricks and musical performances. Families took turns… Continue reading
Surely by now you’ve seen troops of people wandering around with their phones, flicking their fingers on the screens and chortling. I have yet to master any subtleties of Pokémon Go, but no matter.
It’s a charming experience to see yourself as a character walking in a landscape that matches your own, especially when goofy cartoon creatures magically appear for you to lobby with Pokémon balls. My whole family’s playing, naturally. It’s kind of like we’ve all agreed to… Continue reading
I distinctly recall sitting at my desk in my 5th grade classroom, looking out the window past the pencil sharpener to the green of the playground and longing for summer vacation. Soon, I thought. Soon I’ll be free.
June freedom still calls to me, and I luxuriate in the long sunny evenings and weekends of adventure. I hope you soon find yourself on a hammock with a book, on a screen porch with a frosty glass of lemonade, or in a canoe with a dog. Embrace the kid in your heart heart. Happy trails.