When Darkness Falls . . . pay attention

Yesterday was melt-down day.  I had done a workshop the day before but it was a fun, relaxed day and there should have been no reason for me to be so exhausted.  I nodded off through the day, took a nap at 7:30 pm and woke up at 8:30 am.  What I realized was . . . → Read More: When Darkness Falls . . . pay attention

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Can you hear me?

Once again I am trying to resolve the issue of subscribers not getting my weekly post. I’ve made a change (something called rss to email) so I am adding a short little post to see if it works. This is a little poem I wrote to Milt on his birthday one year. Please do let . . . → Read More: Can you hear me?

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Three Gates of Gold

In 9th grade Marge Engebretson was my English teacher at Cass Lake High School. My family had just moved there from the Iron Range the year before, and I was feeling more than a little lost.  Marge was a lovely woman who spoke with a slight German accent.  Her family had immigrated when she . . . → Read More: Three Gates of Gold

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