Fiasco. Every year Bruce mutters fiasco. “But it works out,“ I say. I remember the time a storm sped down from Minnesota soaking raked rows of hay“”500 bales worth. But…
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I walk out the week after Little Dog died and saw another rainbow, so faint it looked like a ghost. It was a rare rainbow off to the west with…
Kathy Bates as Matlock speaks a truth we know well as elderly women. “Well, you see, there’s this funny thing that happens when women age. We become damn near invisible,“…
“Nuclear showdown proves Trump’s incompetence. Or, as Walter Kirn put it, ending the world to own Trump,“ says Matt Taibbi in his essay, Ending the World to Own Trump on…
Here is the sequel to last week’s post How I Met and Married Bruce Part 1 and more of the back story to The Love Behind the Anniversary. I met…
The Love Behind the Anniversary Forty years ago, Bruce yelled across North Boone School Road, “Will you marry me?“ “Yes,“ I shouted back. A shelf cloud hung low in the…
Sunday, April 27 While I listened to Martin Shaw’s essay “The Merrie, a Reliquary for Saints Yet To Come “ I poured water into the buckets, making sure the end…
Monday, April 14 Despite how cold it’s been the farmers are on the move. I walked out to air that bit my nose. I walked into wind blowing as hard…
Through the years, I’ve remembered the hard parts about growing up in my family. Sometimes I think the good times are more private, too precious to share. Even before my…
March 31, 2025 I walk into the cold, not dressed for it–no vest under my coat, my gloves mere calfskin. My hands are stiff and red by the time I…