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Sunday Morning, Naked.
Ace gets up, agitated in his appointed role of The One Who Has To Take The Big E To Hockey. I lie in bed and listen to the fussing and whining. And then silence. I get up. “E! Get up! … Continue reading
Stuff You Say If You’re Lynne Rossetto Kasper
Dear Ms. Kasper: Rick Nelson, our local food writer for the Star Tribune, wrote a lovely article about YOU in the Taste section, October 27, 2016. An article titled “The Soup You’ll Make All Winter” certainly captures attention. Let me … Continue reading
Fresher Than
I met Mademoiselle in the fall of 1993. We were sudden housemates at the rundown Phi Rho Sigma medical fraternity. Please understand that Phi Rho wasn’t a frat in the Animal House sense of the word. No goldfish, no hazing, … Continue reading
the life-changing magic of cluttering up
Or: All I Really Need to Know (About Housekeeping) I learned in Kindergarten (From My Hoarding Grandmother) This is a companion post to last week’s blog. Based on the lovely pile of electronic advice I received both on Facebook and … Continue reading
From the Lemonade Stand: 3:00 am Multidisciplinary Word Problems
(Disclaimer: don’t read this if you have a touchy tummy…) At three am, a ten-year-old boy awakens from sleep with a sense of deep unrest in his abdomen. He staggers out of bed, racing for the bathroom, and makes it … Continue reading
Eating the Vernal Equinox: Menu For the Urban Minnesota Locavore
For your gustatory pleasure, please enjoy these step-by-step instructions to your very own vernal equinox feast. Descend stairs to basement. Trip over tub of miscellaneous “winter squash.” Drag tub upstairs to kitchen. Go back down and trip over tub of … Continue reading
Here’s What I Wore – part two
In honor of Groundhog Day (the movie), I present the second annual “Here’s What I Wore.” Woke up to “feels like minus six degrees” today! Refreshing! I have no memory of my breakfast. I lovingly crafted a wholesome meal for … Continue reading
Unholy Grail Part Deux – Making Elsa’s Dress
My middle initial is F. Growing up, other kids naturally assumed it stood for Frances. They’d snicker a bit because it was the 70s and Frances was old-fashioned, not yet recycled and polished by popular opinion. The F actually stands … Continue reading
A Tisket a Tasket, I Lay Down in a Casket
I wonder sometimes if there’s any leeway with that whole open casket thing. Could you ask for crossed arms like an Egyptian mummy? Or one hand raised in a peace symbol? How about your … Continue reading
The Six Stages of Minnesota Winter
I vowed to avoid writing yet another post about the weather. My resolve dissolved when confronted with more SNOW on this the “first day of Spring”. Using Elisabeth Kübler-Ross’ model for the stages of grief, I will outline typical behavior … Continue reading