I had a brief flirtation with Substack this summer. Then I never went back to it. I’m going to kill it off soon. Below is the one and only Substack post I made — from July 16th, 2024 ************ I
Update
Good morning from rainy St. Paul! I’m writing this in Notepad while I wait for my WordPress update to install. It’s hard to believe that I haven’t posted since the death of Queen Elizabeth.. Since then, an NFL season has
Thoughts on Queen Elizabeth
Even at my ripe old age, there only ever was Queen Elizabeth. A Queen was not a side-piece to a King, a Queen could be in charge. Here are random bullets of my thoughts and memories on Queen Elizabeth In
Victory Monday!!
The NFL season has begun. The Vikings were at home for Week 1, vs. our arch rivals the Green Bay Packers. As you can tell from the title of this post, the Vikings won. Decisively, 23-7. I’m a season ticket
Rebuilding My Life – Part Two
Tomorrow, I’ll see the School Patrol lines walk by my house on the way to the elementary school at the end of the block. It is the first day of school, in the St. Paul school district, which waits until
Blue-Green to Teal
In 2019, if you asked me what my favorite colors are, I would have told you they were cobalt blue, Vikings/KSU Purple, and kelly green. They are all strong colors in the blue or neutral spectrum. What I didn’t know
Rebuilding My Life
Ever since I was a grade schooler, there were certain things I always wanted to do or be: a writer a teacher a radio personality a reader I made movies in my head about me doing all these things and
Home Maintenance
With my husband’s decline into dementia, I was not prepared for all the home maintenance balls he had dropped along the way. A couple of weeks ago our power went off. Our typical response to an outage is to wait
August Head Games
The month of August is hard on my respiratory system. This is the time of year where the pollen I am most allergic to, ragweed, is floating on the wind. The State Fair starts on the 25th and the pre-Fair
Reading Reality
Something annoying and slightly disturbing has resurfaced in my reading. It started back in 8th grade when we had a class assignment to read “On the Beach”, the classic post-nuclear apocalyptic novel. It’s a great story, a little scary to