Listening to the news this month started me thinking about the idea of “firsts.” It’s the first time so many nations around the world have faced a deadly virus like COVID-19 in such a short time period. It appears to spread like the seeds of a dandelion in the wind. Most countries are not preparedContinue reading “IN THE AGE OF FIRSTS”
Sometimes I need quiet to free my brain of daily distractions to put pen to paper or fingers to my keyboard. There’s certainly a lot to distract us as we search for good news amongst the mostly bad news about COVID-19 that is on TV, social media, and in newspapers. The reader will see aContinue reading “Time and Quiet”
Lets stop shooting each other.
My poem, Farm Sale, tells about the day my parents held a farm sale, prior to their move from farm to a house in town in 1982. The poem was published in The Sea Letter Journal The photo is blurry because it’s from 1982, taken on a tiny point-and-shoot camera and because my hands shookContinue reading “Growing Up on a Farm”
Weather changes can be challenging for people with depression.
So many things depend on timing.
Welcome, new visitors to my blog. I typically write about country life, and as the readers who follow my posts are aware, I live on a ranch in a rural area, remote from most urban settings. Last weekend I ventured into Minneapolis with a friend. We saw the musical, Guys and Dolls, at the GuthrieContinue reading “City Travel”
Gardening and mental health therapy go hand-in-garden-glove.
My dear friend died at the end of May after a long bout with cancer. During her life, she organized trips around the world from Antarctica to Nova Scotia to Russia to China and many places between. This lady loved to research and plan trips. She held a master’s degree in History and as aContinue reading “I was lost in June.”
Retirement puttering includes time to watch morning sunrises.