"With the words, You are a grandmother... I became something different than I'd ever been before." Anna Quindlen from Nanaville: Adventures in Grandparenting by Anna Quindlen At Orchestra Hall with Louis to hear Cantus sing with Sweet Honey in the Rock, 2017. For the first time, my husband (aka Papa) and I (Didi) took care [...]
In a dream I dive off a pier into a lake. I am not a strong swimmer, but today I dive with ease, surface quickly and skim along the water’s surface like Olympic racers do, in a rhythm that is easy and strong, fast and even. I can see fish and plant life below the [...]
My parents died of cancer, mom (in 2017) just 8 weeks after diagnosis and Dad (in 2014) after being sick for a year. And over these last few years, I have been a student of grief, hungry for ways to express it in a healing way, to seek out others to give me a “how [...]
I know the trip will set me back a couple of weeks in spring-time when I watch the green recede with each mile we travel north. But I am happy to go back to an earlier spring. I know how short lived it is.
Friluftsliv “open air living” is the desire to be in nature. The Japanese call it shinrin-yoku “taking in the forest atmosphere” or “forest bathing.” I first heard of this concept in a yoga class. We were asked to gaze out the window and find a tree in the near distance and study it while in [...]
I want to grow like a tree-stretch my branches to reach higher, and my roots probing deeper with understanding.
Seeds are my Mother's Day gift. My first without my Mother. Tall bellfower, leadplant, old field goldenrod, spotted Joe Pye weed, copper shouldered oval sedge, milkweed, all in clear plastic bags labeled with growing instructions. Sun exposure, soil type, moisture ideal for them. The seeds range in appearance from cottony wisps, to the smallest [...]
It feels like urban camping. I bring my sleeping bag, wear jeans, no make-up. I make sure my clothes are dark, something that doesn't show newsprint and an outfit that can go from oven cleaning to dinner. It is our third child, our baby that is moving to Chicago. The others have had [...]
Who will we be without this place? And where else could home be? When we left Saint Paul, I convinced myself that we could move back when the kids were grown. We would want one of those craftsman bungalows with bedrooms on one floor. We could get to the coffee shop, restaurants, the theater, museum [...]
St Paul was not the twin of Minneapolis. For me it was more like a distant cousin. A gray old city way over there. I grew up on the west side by Medicine Lake, way over here. I visited downtown St Paul only once with my mother to buy tickets to see the Monkees during their [...]