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
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
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
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
Opinion
Trigger Warning: discusses gun use, regulation, and may contain a swear word or two. I saw this gem on Facebook this morning, prefaced by a well-thought out introduction from someone I respect. Growing up, there were guns in my house.
From the Depths of My Hard Drive
While looking for a copy of last year’s taxes, I found a Word document I created in 2014. I vaguely recall writing this document as a part of a series of writing challenges created by NPR. The intended reader is
Under Construction
I blew up my site. I’ll be reconstructing it now…
Decision Time
I’ve not been happy with my hair for a while. The length is fine, and I’ve gotten accustomed to the fact that it will do what it wants to. The problem is the color. I get foils every 3 months
B is for Boogers
I’ll come right out with it. I have some cold/allergy/virus thing going on right now. While the ‘output’ may not be huge, it is bothersome. This leads me to a story about this (formerly) small person. On one morning drive