Baby sister no more, and yet always
I remember the first day of December, eighteen years ago. It was a soft, snowy morning on our farm on the western edge of Minnesota, and my two sisters ...
I remember the first day of December, eighteen years ago. It was a soft, snowy morning on our farm on the western edge of Minnesota, and my two sisters ...
And so another year comes to a close, and with it the first decade of this much-vaunted third millennium. A lot has happened in these ten years. Some b...
Thirty years ago this day, in the town of Wells, in the state of Minnesota, a child was born. The firstborn to his parents, indeed the first of his gener...
Here’s an ersatz epiphany if ever there was one: I haven’t been writing much for quite a while. Story of my life… I have made so many of these re-starts ...
Another year in the amazing life that is mine. I love it. As my brother told me last night, as we wound up a long brotherly talk shortly after midni...