Lately, I’ve been wondering if Truffles is the last dog to live in our house. She’s almost 13 years old – her birthday is March 14 – and her recent survival of a dash in front of a car was wrenching. Truffles is a reactive dachshund; she’s never met another creature she didn’t bark at. She’s bitten many an ankle that has tried to get past our front door. Her protective stance knows few boundaries. She barks fiercely when there are unknown people at our door asking for time o
Happy 2020, everyone. I spent New Year’s Eve in New Orleans with friends. We ate food that we don’t usually eat (grits, crawdads, pralines, beignets), listened to a wide variety of music (zydeco, blues, jazz, reggae), saw the Sugar Bowl Parade, walked until our feet hurt. As a Minnesota girl, it was weird to be in a place that didn’t have frozen snow crunching beneath car tires when we headed out for New Year’s Eve revelry. I didn’t have to blow on my fingers to warm them. I
As the winter solstice looms once again, I am happy for the long, dark nights and cozy suppers. Grateful to choose gifts for those I love, wrap them near a tree full of lights, inhale the scent of fir branches. Thankful that this seasonal cycle continues from year to year, regardless of who believes themselves to be in charge. As we come out the other side of the longest night of the year and tilt back toward more light, I am grateful for the community of readers and writers
I’ll just put on a sweater, thanks. As I type this, the sky has darkened, the wind has picked up, and it looks like a fine time to brew tea and grab a blanket. Of late, I’ve been gathering little strands of LED lights, candles, and anything else that shimmers or glows so I can scatter points of light around the house. This morning, in the four-degree air, we walked our dog and inhaled that sharp, cold air that wakes us up like nothing else, noticed frost on shingles, windshie
After a glorious hiatus from blogging, fall is here and it’s time to restart One Minnesota Writer. Hello, everyone. August was a wonderful, busy month. Three family birthdays happened in August, including my own. This year, I began a new decade and decided it’s time to make new plans, entertain new ideas, try out something else. I began with celebrations. Two of them. First, to celebrate my son-in-law, daughter-in-law, and myself, we rented a townhouse that accommodated all s
Every summer, I hit a point where I know it’s time to go on hiatus from blog writing. I was going to wait until August was here, but the time is now. The garden is bursting, the air is warm, and sitting in a chair at my desk is not where I want to be. Since I am lucky enough to have a choice, I am going to make the most of it and get outside. Hike. Garden. Travel a little. Think. Turn off the news for sure. I’ll be back in September. Join me in finding a little bit of summer.