Happiness. It's relative.
On the road to Grand Marais, there are two houses I’ve loved. Twenty years ago, when we first started driving up M-77, both houses were worn and in need of repair. Every time we passed, I would check on their progress. The first house… Continue Reading “A Roof Over Our Heads”
On the road to Grand Marais, there are two houses I’ve loved. Twenty years ago, when we first started driving up M-77, both houses were worn and in need of repair. Every time we passed, I would check on their progress. The first house… Continue Reading “A Roof Over Our Heads”
Recent Comments