Nine years ago, a few months after Bob died, I ran from our house in the country to a drafty old limestone on the fringe of St.… Read more “october 15, 2020…moving toward v. running away”

I have three boxes of ashes on my bookshelves—some of my dad (split between my two sisters and me) and two dogs. It was a good idea… Read more “september 17, 2020…everything ashes”

So, I’m considering moving to the southern MN area, and by that, I mean there’s a vast space between considering and the actual act of uprooting myself… Read more “september 7, 2020…love, hate and tolerance in the time of coronavirus”

I’ve been up since 2:30 a.m., wakened by two very drunk people outside my bedroom window, slur-yelling at each other (lots of “f*ck you,” “no, f*ck YOU,… Read more “august 24, 2020…love, pandemic style”

Last night, I attended our Mentor Series wrap-up gathering at Hidden Falls Regional Park on the banks of the Mississippi, in St. Paul. Like everything in the… Read more “august 2, 2020…what do caterpillars have to do with anything anyway”

200 days ago, on January 1, 2020 (that’s a decade, in Pandemic Years!), I embarked on a 30-day online experiment with a program developed by Annie Grace,… Read more “july 18, 2020—200 days w/o alcohol in the middle of a pandemic. WTeverlastingF.”

In these pandemic times, I’ve segued, kinda-sorta, to online teaching—just a handful of private clients (I’d love to come up with a more dynamic, less power-structured word… Read more “July 11, 2020—dem bones”

On my walk with Rocco early this morning, a block from home, we happened upon a tiny bunny in the middle of the sidewalk. Having recently added… Read more “july 9, 2020—a tale of one bunny”

Four years ago, Philando Castile was murdered by a police officer in Falcon Heights, Minnesota, the horrifying event broadcast on Facebook Live by his girlfriend, Diamond Reynolds,… Read more “july 6, 2020—four years later at Philando Castile’s Peace Garden: let justice roll down like water”

I was coaxed out of a book and onto my front porch tonight, while my thundeshirted dog hid in the darkened bathroom-cum-panic-room. I’d normally sit out 4th… Read more “july 4, 2020…no one is truly free until everyone is free”