Growing up in Northern Wisconsin, Kitchen Kleen Russet Potatoes were a staple in our pantry. Every good mom made meat and potatoes for dinner. And replenished the supply of them via purchases from the stacks of 3 - 5 - 10 - 20-pound bags in the produce section of stores. They were always plentiful. Still… Continue reading Nah, I’ll pass on eating potatoes every day
Playing with Juxtaposition Photography
If I was having a conversation with Snoopy, I think he'd even say, "Hell ya, we're living in juxtaposition times." Seriously, we are living in bizarre times. Where my cat tends to look like Garfield as she waits for her meal to be served. As for us humans, we find ourselves divided and conquered by… Continue reading Playing with Juxtaposition Photography
But what about the nose pickers?
As an empty-nester, not yet a grandparent, I'm enjoying not having to be faced with tough decisions about kids going back to school or not. I don't envy those who are going through it. But, that doesn't prevent me from wondering what I would be thinking and considering as we get closer to the start… Continue reading But what about the nose pickers?
Sun greetings with features and creatures
Today is a day to celebrate living in a place that surprised me with features and tiny creatures. The morning sun took me near and far. Inside and outside. To my yard, that is. Where a faint rainbow in the distant sky teased me to jump into my garden shoes and walk around the dewy… Continue reading Sun greetings with features and creatures
The week we became negative 91 percenters
Why have I been MIA since I posted last Saturday? Well, that's a funny story, in a weird kind of way. It was the day I headed into becoming a tiny spot on the recording charts of COVID-19 testing. Unlike my little dog Copper with energy to run in the yard, that morning, I struggled… Continue reading The week we became negative 91 percenters
More than just corny thoughts about life
More and more each day, amidst this ever-growing messy pandemic scene, I feel as though I've lost my sense of self in a weird and distorted kind of way. When I try to blend into the background of conflicting messages being shared - I feel like an innocent wildflower reaching for something to make sense… Continue reading More than just corny thoughts about life