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The Unintended Guest Post
This exchange between my husband, Ace, and my college roommate, Jessicca, amused me. They hash out logistics of an upcoming trip to the Bay of Fundy. I post mostly to give you a peek into my marriage ; ) … Continue reading
Lucky, Lost
I met two old friends (old as-in long-time friends, and old as-in can we talk about our aching joints? Srsly?) on Friday at the Como Conservatory. We were supposed to see the spring show and instead discovered that the spring … Continue reading
Im Augenblick
Sunday morning. The phone next to our bed rings at 7:16. The ringer’s turned off. I normally sleep through a downstairs ring but I pick up. Ace, who left for work at 6:45, informs me that he just got rear-ended … Continue reading
Timber Target
I don’t like football. I don’t get football. At several points in my life, various males have attempted to explain the “down” system in a way that made any sense whatsoever. They failed. To me, football is the American equivalent … Continue reading
Flee, Fly, Flu, Flum
Hey! It’s flu season. Again! I blogged about this three years ago and I think it’s worth an update. ———————– Disclaimer: I am not your doctor. I am not trying to give you medical advice. If you are experiencing a … Continue reading
FOS – the Fruits Of the Spirit
Love, joy, kindness, faithfulness, and what? The Fruits of the Spirit rot, Forgotten and maligned, sin-sick expendable culture. With instant gratification, easily bruised egos Spar from the anonymity of screens. What can we do to help? Remind everyone to … Continue reading
The Best of 2017
My beloved Pomeranian, Rafa, died last May of heart failure. Naturally, I assumed Ace would be just fine with the immediate procurement of another Pom. Not so. Turns out Ace enjoyed the relative dearth of barking. I continued my daily … Continue reading
The Seven Banned Words of Trump
I thought he was kidding. My husband asked, “Hey, did you see that tiny blurb in the Star Tribune about Trump banning the CDC from using certain words?” What? After nearly a year of madness, I shouldn’t be surprised. According … Continue reading
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Dear Al Franken
He corners me in the stairwell, away from the other kids. “Show me what’s under your underwear,” he demands, “or I’ll hurt you.” I’m scared and ashamed. I lift my skirt and show him the edge of my underwear, trying … Continue reading