May 1, 2013 in Pine Journal
I suddenly saw something whiz past out the corner of my eye. I wheeled in that direction and much to my surprise, I spotted a butterfly. A butterfly only one day after the snow had fallen so thickly we could hardly navigate!
April 26, 2013 in Pine Journal
My cat has the munchies. Ever since we first got her as a tiny kitten at the Friends of Animals Shelter in Cloquet, Sunshine has seemed to have a fixation on eating. Continue Reading
April 19, 2013 in Pine Journal
There was simply nothing that could have happened to make their wedding weekend anything less than the beautiful celebration it was. After all, if life were without its little dramas, the things that really count wouldn’t be nearly as meaningful.
April 11, 2013 in Pine Journal
It’s a scenario that has likely played itself out in dozens of different ways in dozens of different communities after a team has suffered some sort of tragedy in their collective lives. Continue Reading
April 5, 2013 in Pine Journal
The little girl gingerly held out her index finger, the tip of which raged rosy red.
“Grandma Wendy, I’ve had a splinter in my finger for FIVE DAYS!” she announced (somehow 7-year-olds always seem to speak in capital letters). Continue Reading
March 29, 2013 in Pine Journal
Could it be that suddenly I have become an “old woman”? Continue Reading
March 22, 2013 in Pine Journal
We awoke to the sound of doves cooing conversationally outside our window. The soft “whup, whup, whup” of the ceiling fan stirred the thin percale sheet that lay over us. And as I slid out of bed and into my sandals, I could already sense the heat of the day.
By evening, we were stuck in the driveway….
March 8, 2013 in Pine Journal
Spring is on its way when the displays in the women’s clothing stores start sporting bikinis at precisely the same time I weigh more and look whiter than I have all winter.
March 1, 2013 in Pine Journal
It was a huge relief when the digital video recorder (DVR) came along. No more bulky cassette tapes, no more dashing madly around at the last minute trying to find a blank tape, no more recording disasters. Continue Reading
February 22, 2013 in Pine Journal
They say that playing make believe is one of those rites of passage in growing up though some of us never quite get there.