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Back Porch Meditation with Coffee and Dogs

I go downstairs and let the dogs out. I watch Durant take a giant leap off the back porch and run to the back fence. Tempest picks her way down the stairs as if she’s wearing heels and a pencil skirt. I make a… Continue Reading “Back Porch Meditation with Coffee and Dogs”

Naming Rights in the By and By

My name is a married name and not even the current marriage’s married name. My name harkens from a marriage that ended decades ago. Never mind that my name is a borrowed name, long overdue, what would I like it put on after I’m… Continue Reading “Naming Rights in the By and By”

Irony, Laughing, and Coiled Angst at a U.P. Cabin

There’s laughing at funny things and there’s laughing at irony. I found this picture yesterday while, yes, cleaning my office for the ten thousandth day. This is why it takes so much time, the irony factor. In the picture, I am drinking a beer… Continue Reading “Irony, Laughing, and Coiled Angst at a U.P. Cabin”

Wave to Me Down the Line: No Kings

There’s nothing that’s keeping you from showing up at a No Kings demonstration tomorrow. You could be a hundred years old and if you can somehow get to a demo, the people there will create a seat for you. They’ll pile up their jackets… Continue Reading “Wave to Me Down the Line: No Kings”

Potato Mashing is so Pedestrian

I suppose saying that I’m really good at mashing potatoes is kind of lame. It seems a skimpy skill compared to playing Chopin or changing the oil in one’s car, which nobody does any more so who cares? Still, I can mash potatoes within… Continue Reading “Potato Mashing is so Pedestrian”

In the Ear of the Beholder

“She’s brilliant but crazy.” Which was meant as an insult, but I took it as high praise. Always our choice – how we hear things and what we decide to make true. ___________________ Photo by João Pedro Freitas on Unsplash

100 Word Story: Strum

Unbelievably, his name was Bart. He wore cowboy boots and carried a guitar. He smiled a lot but didn’t sing or strum. None of that. When the train pulled into to Laramie, he gathered his things. I played a game in my head where… Continue Reading “100 Word Story: Strum”

I Dive No More but I Don’t Care

Funny you should ask. I was just thinking about confidence or, more specifically, conquering fears, inspired by listening to Jeremy Renner read his book, My Next Breath, A Memoir. In the book, he describes in terrifying detail, the moments when a 14,000-pound snowplow ran… Continue Reading “I Dive No More but I Don’t Care”

Lost in the Waving of Signs on a Street Corner

This morning at the sign protest, a woman walked up to us wearing a button that said Minnesota – Pretti Good. She said she was visiting Milwaukee and came out to thank us for holding our anti-ICE, pro-immigrant, anti-war, pro-peace, anti-lawlessness, pro-Constitution signs at… Continue Reading “Lost in the Waving of Signs on a Street Corner”

One Shiny Red Thing

I don’t know. It’s such a serious question. Unless the phrase ‘couldn’t live without’ is hyperbole. I could live without almost any object although I am very attached to our camper van because it is very small and simple and red. Plus, I love… Continue Reading “One Shiny Red Thing”