Last night, for the first time in many years, I went to church for a Christmas Eve service. It was to a church I once went to regularly, just up the street from my house. It was a church that I had served, doing “good deeds” by hanging bulletin boards and helping in Sunday School…
Slice of Life: The Gift of Friendship
Yesterday, I had coffee with a friend. This is something I do with some regularity with a few close friends. But, yesterday was different. I had not seen this friend in several years. This person is one of those people with whom I am very fortunate to be able to pick right up where we…
Bewitching Hour: Keeping Insomnia at Bay
I know this will sound weird but I think our new puppy (6mos.) is helping to curb my insomnia. The reason I think this is simple. She wasn’t home last night and I was once again awake for a couple of hours in the middle of the night. I was up to my old routine…
Poetry Friday: I was 18 once.
18 – A Haiku. Once, you are eighteen Dreams Alive In Front of You Fully breathe it in An Ode to Eighteen. In mid-life, I realize and acknowledge that I have become a lot of things….. a mother a wife a daughter a sister a friend a nurse a teacher a writer a jewelry…
The Kiosk: A Form of Interpretive Media
Towards the end of my schooling in Environmental Education and Interpretation, we had to take a 3 credit course in interpretive media design. It was not an easy course. The technicalities of the chosen software program, InDesign, part of the Adobe Creative Suite, were intricate and time-consuming to learn and use. However, that said, I…
Wordless Wednesday: Birds
Field Trips: Navigating our World
Last Thursday I was lucky enough to go on a field trip to the Science Museum of Minnesota in St. Paul with my son’s art class. The high school anatomy class students were also in tow. For about 45 kids, mostly in grades 11-12, there were three teachers and two parent chaperones. I had not…
On Being a Good Listener
I do not know if I should be ashamed to admit that I have to work at being a good listener or not. Perhaps, it is admirable that I know I have to work at this trait, so I do. In any case, I think we can all use a reminder of what it takes…
Silent Sunday: That’s One Weird Banana!
Bermuda’s Dark and Stormy History
My husband and I decided to try a cocktail today to celebrate a man’s life who died this week. He was 98 and known to drink Manhattans. Obviously, this strong alcoholic drink did not cause him an untimely death. Neither of us has ever had a Manhattan, previous to today. I did know an old…









