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Oh how the months speed by…
The latest from Our Little House in the Big Woods
- Anticipating the August Upper Peninsula Book Tour!
- Slow down, you’re movin’ too fast, you got to make the morning last…
- “I don’t like that man. I must get to know him better.”
- My challenges with wood splitter motors and social media
- Don’t be afraid to scale down beside waterfalls.
- Whimsy in the Upper Peninsula
- Let’s not even talk about mosquitoes.
- Murder in the north woods
- Cry, cry, cry
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I could tell you stories. Every walk in nature writes a novella. If you look carefully you can find the characters, the plot, the resolution. Would you like to read four short stories? (I promise they shall be short.) At … Continue reading
I’m home! Suitcase *mostly* unpacked. Mail tended. We’re headed off to a Turkey Supper at the Skanee Church in a couple of hours. (Barry will probably appreciate this after his week alone. Although he made a mean tuna salad all … Continue reading
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Me. Pregnant. Housewife. Smirking. Gosh, that hair DOES look red, doesn't it? Aww, look at little Chris… OK, OK, you gleaned the truth from that title, didn’t you? There is a tiny part of…
The kids have departed. They now play with their kitty cats on opposite ends of the country. Your blogger is still remembering the last week. Her son departed for San Diego early last week; her daughter still remained until yesterday.
Here we are in Marquette, a town 78 miles from our Little House in the Big Woods. It’s the Big City, kids. It even has a Starbucks! How I love the city–just as much as the woods… Barry has to … Continue reading
Here’s what just happened. I was out reading your blogs, buzzing here and there in the blogosphere for the past hour or so, when suddenly a Fierce Desire struck. I’m never sure what to do about these Fierce Desires to … Continue reading
I used to think truth was something simple. Something one felt. Something essential. Something easily revealed. After years of meditation–and the practice of blogging–it becomes more and more apparent that, yes, Truth is very simple. But it’s extremely complicated to … Continue reading
I have a story to tell you. (Do not raise those eyebrows to the sky. I caught you! Of course she’s going to tell a story.) Worst of all, I’m going to tell you a story without photos. This is … Continue reading
Earlier this month I had to cancel a dentist appointment. One of those six month cleanings that we all love. It was snowing sideways and seemed too daunting to drive twelve miles into town. “Don’t worry,” said the kind receptionist. … Continue reading