Tag Archives: writing

Mystical green hat and red shoes

Years ago I wanted to tell you a story. Unfortunately, I wasn’t blogging at that time.  Taking a break, as you’d have it. So the story was swallowed away into memory. Today I am going to share the story of … Continue reading

Posted in May 2019 | Tagged , , , , , , , , , | 56 Comments

Lake Superior Creature Fairy Tale

In the old days, older than the oldest days, long before you drew your first ragged breath, long before your grandmother’s grandmother’s grandmother drew her first ragged and tentative breath–that’s when this story begins. In the bottom of Lake Superior … Continue reading

Posted in April, 2019 | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , | 30 Comments

On Cattail Pond

  Some of you may remember the movie “On Golden Pond” that came out in 1981.  Don’t you love the image that name invokes?  A serene pond-lake golden in the sunset.  A pair of loons welcoming the main characters home.  … Continue reading

Posted in November 2018 | Tagged , , , , , , , , , | 29 Comments

Longing

Do you ever wake up on a Tuesday morning with an undefinable longing?  It palpitates near the heart, perhaps, beating its insistence with a red drumbeat whispering, “Please, please, please.” Of course a mere human can’t figure out what longing … Continue reading

Posted in October 2018 | Tagged , , , , , , | 53 Comments

I have been eaten by caterpillars & other early September stories

  This morning a leaf beckoned me to open the deck door and walk outside.  Come, come, it whispered.  I am covered with dew.  I am a harbinger of autumn, even though most of your leaves still sing in green.  … Continue reading

Posted in September 2018 | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , | 31 Comments

Rant from the “seat of my pants”

Spoiler alert:  This is not a rant about how the world is going to hell in a hand basket.  It’s not a rant about how we sleep at night with starving children in Sudan.  It’s not a rant about Trump … Continue reading

Posted in August 2018 | Tagged , , , , , , , , , | 63 Comments

It’s life and death for them today

Fingers in brown sandy soil thinning crowded avenues of carrots.  I used to despair thinning these deep tap roots stretching down past undulating worms.  How could one decide carrot life or death?  How could one presume to kill this one … Continue reading

Posted in August 2018 | Tagged , , , , , , , , , | 35 Comments