My love of birds is a generational gift received and now passed down.
Birder
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Poppies
The orange poppy symbolizes remembrance and the fleeting nature of life My poppies have never been bigger or brighter; their orange petals burst from their pods within days and are now spent. They come up every year in early June, their crepe paper petals so delicate they can be knocked from their stems by a [...]
Finding Light in Darkness
We have gained 8 hours of light since my last post. We are now in the season of Spring/Winter in Minnesota. A time of lengthening daylight, birdsong, mud, crusty snow, state basketball tournaments, first burgers on the grill, bicyclists’ return to gritty streets, walks after dinner, and the first chives poking up. Daylight savings time [...]
Carrying the Light
Imagine the sweet scene of children leading us in the darkness holding small flames to light the night.
Wild Abandon
What is your relationship to risk? Read about how Title IX; then and now shaped my experience of physical challenge.
Eclipse
My mother died on the afternoon of the total solar eclipse of August 21, 2017. I remember the amplified stillness that came over Mom's house where hospice carers came and went. I sat outside, watching for signs of change, distracted by what was happening inside-- listening for Mom, checking the time for the next dose [...]
Kinship
The Hooker Oak in Chico California. Declared the largest oak in the world in 1882 and remains an historical landmark even though the tree no longer stands. It attracted visitors like my great grandmother's sister who took this photo circa 1910. This summer, I went on a road trip with my two sisters to visit [...]
Family Brand
How selling our Saab taught us about change and passing on a legacy.
Off the Clock
How are you measuring time these days? Read about how I am recalibrating time "off the clock."
Reading the Obituaries
Phil and I finally canceled the newspaper subscription. We did it months ago, yet still the paper appeared at the end of the driveway. It was part of the morning ritual for Pepin to "retrieve" it. Some days the sections were strewn across the front yard, leaving Phil to collect the mangled pages. But often [...]
Matriarchy 