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Be Still.

The summer after my sophomore year of college, I was one of five camp counsellors at Koinonia, a church camp nestled on the banks of picturesque Lake Sylvia near Annandale, Minnesota.  We spent the first week sequestered at a remote … Continue reading

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Arrested Development

In the basement of my childhood home, tucked under the steps, is an enchanted room.  A room of possibility.  The unfinished beams of the underbelly of the staircase, a cool cement floor.  Always dark. The silhouette of my dad glows … Continue reading

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Remembering Gram

When my grandparents died, I inherited a lovely little settee, a two-seater.  In true Victorian style, knobby carvings adorned the arched back of rich walnut.  My Gram upholstered the piece in a beautiful timeless floral print with a green as … Continue reading

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Memoir Monday: Prom in the Time of Shoulderpads

I attended prom my junior and senior years.  Junior year, I accidentally picked up a date at a speech tournament.  Was it speech or debate?  Regardless, my head started spinning in a swirl of OMD tunes and I found myself … Continue reading

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Prompt Writing: “Cuban Donkey Guy”

The three of us sit at writing group, tossing out ideas to use as writing prompts.  Linda: Finding your voice; Current feelings; Using geography as an excuse; I don’t go there anymore.  Anne: The incidental orphan; Rising above; At the … Continue reading

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During Our Lives

I considered several topics for today’s post: 1)    The glorification of violence in Young Adult books.  (overdone) 2)    The effect of the weather on my ability to think creatively.  (again?) 3)    A dystopian YA short story entitled “Detergent”.  (oy) 4)    … Continue reading

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Miss Edna’s Feast

Every six months, my mother and I make a pilgrimage to Costco in the northeastern suburbs of Saint Paul.  For my family of three, Costco seems a crazy enterprise.  We simply do not need a gallon of pickles.  Target and … Continue reading

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Barbie, Queen of the Apocalypse

I had a Barbie doll as a child.  I vaguely recall squirreling away my allowance until I could buy plastic haired Ken.  My mother gave me the far more wholesome Sunshine Family: Steve, Stephanie, their two babies, a cat, and … Continue reading

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