More Baby Goats!
What we need on social media and television now are more baby goats in pajamas, more baby otters nursing from tiny bottles, ducklings climbing out of fountains. More emotional cowbells to cover Washington D.C.
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Aldo Leopold Weekend
March 4, 2017, sixty-nine years after Aldo Leopold penned his final contribution to A Sand County Almanac, a marathon reading of his work begins in a small building called The Schoolhouse in the Clearings Folk School in Door County, Wisconsin.
Continue reading →Washington, D.C. 2017
Visiting Washington, D.C. can startle me.The art galleries are filled with portraits of the privileged. The memorials and national museums tell the stories of the rest of us.
Continue reading →Winter Stillness
While our departing President challenges us to continue to hope, his words are tempered by the reality of the world where there is a whole lot of hostility and inequality.Will Minnesota Cold become my reality?
Continue reading →Complex Joy
The future promises only its best on this night and the past reminds us of what was good. There is joy.
Continue reading →My Grandfather’s Face
Urban shoppers might walk away from farmers’ markets in the rural area where I grew up. There’s nothing exotic among the produce displayed. Tomatoes look like those ripening on a backyard vine. A dozen green peppers, as many red, and … Continue reading →
Shim Sham Shimmy
Adriana introduced the Shim Sham Shimmy to our class at Dancin’ on the Door studio while I was away. A fellow dancer found floor space to bust a move from the recent lesson as she waited tables at the restaurant where we had dinner. I was nervous about matching the speed of her steps.
Continue reading →Sunday Mornings
Sunday mornings have their own vibe, a crazy mash-up of past traditions, leisure, family time, friends time, me time, maybe spiritual time.
Continue reading →Paddle Turn
She has the rhythm, the love of movement, and there will be many ways she might enjoy those in her future. And opportunities to bond with her mom. That’s the circle of life. Paddle turn.
Continue reading →Tapping Out the Grief
For ninety minutes a week, the world I experience is a musical place with classic jazz or Broadway tunes accented by the sounds of fourteen tap shoes slapping and flapping and stomping across a studio floor.
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