On his way home from the park, Emmett stops by my real estate office to say hi. “Hey, I haven’t seen you since you were a little... Continue
My brother, his wife Marian, and I took our fifth road trip to gather family history, sifting through county records and newspaper... Continue
My son, Matt ~ When I picked him up from Moon Valley School, I could see he was upset. “Mom, do you know what happens to us when... Continue
Righteous Indignation ~ I pick up my granddaughter from school on her third day of kindergarten. “So, how was it?” “Well,”... Continue
Born on a Minnesota farm, you milked cows and picked corn. You hated farming; that’s why you left Minnesota, that, and your mother... Continue
For years my mother followed me around, continually showing up in my stomach, my bones, and my dreams. She used to be a dull ache inside... Continue
I’m in the back seat of Ed’s green Pathfinder with my friend Kayla, who is three, and we’re on the way to an Easter gathering... Continue
Why write? It’s complicated. I had no intention of becoming a writer, to externalize my life and expose it on paper. But I found... Continue
I imagine it’s no coincidence that my writing began when I was 53, the same age my mother was when she called it a day. Nor that... Continue
I imagine it’s no coincidence that my writing began when I was 53, the same age my mother was when she called it a day. Nor that... Continue