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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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 Share on FacebookLast night as I lay in bed drifting off to sleep my mind continued to hum, keeping rhythm with the vaporizer pumping moisture into the dry air. I was thinking about war. I know that sounds like such an odd lullaby. I was thinking specifically about what causes war, whether waged between nations, or . . . → Read More: Why War? part one Share on Facebook |
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