Cave Tours Last year at this time I was starting to organize two days of summer tours at the Kickapoo Caverns in Crawford County, Wisconsin. I had no knowledge of caves, let alone those that serve as a hibernaculum for bats. But, I was very interested in learning. My job was to organize the registrants…
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An Unpublished Post on Life During the First Month of COVID-19
It’s Easter Sunday, April 12th 2020. We’ve been relegated to our homes for schooling since March 16th. The Governor of Wisconsin, Tony Evers, proclaimed a Safer at Home Order on March 23rd, to last at least until April 26th of 2020. Did I mention it’s April 12th? It’s been a month and we still have…
Memorial Day & Patriotic Music
Today is one of my favorite holidays because it is like me – somewhat serious than most! The music speaks to my soul and can shake me to my emotional core. I can listen to those marches, medlies, and hymns over and over and over. And, I do, usually every year! Those that voluntarily defend…
Silent Sunday: Purple Mountains Majesty
New Poetry: Life is Not Linear & Content at Home
Life is not Linear Are you now who you thought you’d be when you were eighteen? Probably not. Life is not Linear, a straight line where you travel from Point A to Point Z. As much as we want it to be, Life is not Linear. Just like how we cannot…
Oh, Those Fruit Trees! Spring in the Coulee Region.
Curbside Fabric Retrieval Confusion on Both Ends
I am hoping that the curbside fad disappears after the pandemic is quelled. Yesterday, I had a short but unorganized experience picking up more fabric for masks. Last week, my sewing machine needle broke. In the middle of making PPE’s and a quilt, it was not good timing. I searched my drawers and came up…
Make A Cafe Latte at Home? Sure!
Last year, when I worked for 8 months at a local Land Trust, I stopped most mornings that I headed into work for a latte. Drinking a latte 3-4 days a week was the one way I got milk into me. I am not a fan of this dairy-derived beverage; I never have been. I…
Poetry Friday: The Pandemic Made me Do It (Again)
Again… Years ago, I said I had enough, never would I do it again. You said, “I hurt you,” and recoiled from my touch. It didn’t take long to decide to stop. Several months of seeing you look ragged & unkempt. I didn’t know what I was doing, I told you that. I felt strong…
Home Fruit Orchard
I am sitting in my home office, looking out the window at the end of our home fruit orchard. We have three rows of about ten trees in each row. We planted the orchard a few years after we moved to this house, in which we’ve resided now for thirteen years this month. It is…









