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The latest from Our Little House in the Big Woods
- My first love…before Lake Superior
- Follow your feet.
- Serendipity, a light house & wind-blown hair
- Ladies of the lake and other Lake Superior sunset photos
- What makes you shine? (the tale of a book tour…)
- My public radio interview
- When a raptor needs the doctor
- Oh, you, nature child
- The lives we didn’t live.
- Monday morning eyes
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Perhaps some of you might be surprised to know that my love of Lake Superior birthed on the shores of Lake Huron. Shall I share about my first love down in lower Michigan, that long arm of the Great Lakes reaching … Continue reading
Last Tuesday morning, just before Barry and I drove to Marquette for a lovely pre-Valentines Day weekend getaway, my mom emailed. The Dodge Garage building, owned by my mother, in my hometown of Yale in the Thumb of Michigan, was … Continue reading
Dear Mom, It is so wonderful to be at Fort Myers Beach celebrating your 81st birthday with you! As we said this morning while shelling and birding along the beach, “It doesn’t get much better than this…” Spending these days … Continue reading
Do you remember waiting for your date to arrive back in high school? How you paced, how you fretted, how you secretly feared? Do you remember waiting for your child, your sixteen year old, fresh with driver’s license in wallet, … Continue reading
Thirty-five years ago the bridesmaids wore yellow. A hot yellow sun oven-baked the Methodist church on September 9th, 1978. We sweltered. We sweated. (OK, maybe it rained. Maybe the bridesmaids wore baby blue and maybe we married in the Presbyterian … Continue reading
My oh my, we’ve had quite a week with both kids visiting us here in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. I hardly know where to begin. Let’s begin with the 5K my daughter and I walked faster than lightning last … Continue reading
My true love bought me dandelion jelly this week. The woman who sold it to him pronounced, “It tastes like honey.” This morning I slathered clear-colored dandelion jelly atop a piece of Ezekiel Bread covered with natural crunchy peanut butter. … Continue reading