Is it too early to start looking at seed catalogs? Not on your life. Everybody needs a summer “fix” this time of the year. I appreciate winter’s beauty as much as the most enthusiastic ice fishing aficionado, but tonight I’m seeing patches of yelloworange nasturtiums and lacy green carrot tops—on an online seed catalog that fills my computer screen. Right... READ MORE >
I take a sip of hot chocolate, look out at the snow-filled frigid expanse of Devil Track Lake, then turn back to my task. It is the first day of a new year, a day of football watching and social get-togethers for many. Others take the day to make resolutions and contemplate their lives. I have chosen this day to... READ MORE >
When I was a child, I thought I saw an angel. The night was black and the air cold when a strange sensation woke me from a sound sleep. White lights moved on the ceiling and walls of my room. I decided the fluttering lights in my bedroom must be an angel. When they disappeared, I jumped from my bed... READ MORE >
I didn’t get up at midnight and camp out in front of Joynes. I didn’t stand in long lines at Lake Superior Trading Post. In fact, I had no plans to go shopping on the Friday after Thanksgiving notoriously dubbed as “Black Friday” by the national media. While the rest of the country battled over electronics deals and fought gridlock... READ MORE >
The arrival As the plane lands in St. Louis, I’m filled with vim and vigor, here for a five-day visit with my grandchildren and raring to make up for all the grandma time missed. While fervently wishing my grandchildren lived closer, there is one benefit to the distance. I can be Super-Grandma for short dollops of time, something I could... READ MORE >
What was I doing here? Walking into the Metropolitan Ballroom suddenly felt scary, and I asked myself why I was attending my high school class reunion. What can you say about high school reunions… women go on starvation diets for them…men get dragged by spouses to them, and some people avoid them. I fit in the last category. My Roosevelt... READ MORE >
It’s October and the North Shore is crammed with tourists. This year’s fall colors are off the charts, and the leaf looking season is lingering, bringing warm temperatures and sunny skies. One morning as I listen to Channel 10’s weather forecaster declare that “It’s the peak of the color season,” I suddenly decide to take a color drive, something I... READ MORE >
My car hits a pothole and recent rainwater splashes high. I’m driving over the unpaved Devil’s Track Road unfinished construction zone. I step on the gas again and bump and bounce over the gravel washboard, small rocks flying. Driving this stretch of road should be fun since conditions are perfect for an off-road vehicle like my Jeep Wrangler, but I... READ MORE >
In September 1969, Dick and I began our year in the wilderness on the edge of the BWCWA in the Superior National Forest. Our small cabin had neither road access nor amenities. This is a reprint of one of many stories about our lives during that special year. “Look at those mushrooms! They’re huge!” Al bent to his knees and... READ MORE >
With Labor Day and the end of the picnic season at hand, I think back fondly— very fondly—to the platters of golden brown chicken Mom would serve on the backyard picnic table. My mother truly made the best fried chicken in the world. She had learned her skill as a maid, cooking for southern women. Her fried chicken was crisp,... READ MORE >
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