It’s a Little Too Late To Do the Right Thing Now

Listening to tunes on the radio often brings inspiration for story telling. After all, isn’t that what most songs are? A particular title has been hovering and buzzing around in my head and it is just seems right to tell the tale now. Mother had difficulty in parenting, people skills, work skills and just about […]

Write the Little Story

As my dear sister Abby and I have been sharing our memories, each one seems to spark another story. And so it seems that although each vignette may be just a little story, if one puts them altogether, they become a mighty blend of our lives. I have been the lucky one in many ways. […]

Wishy Washy?

One of the things about our mother was you would never say she was wishy washy. No way! You knew exactly what she was thinking because she was born without a filter. And just like a car without a filter, she was loud and obnoxious. Mother’s mouth was open and if she wasn’t eating, drinking […]

“I Think I’ll Just Stay Here And Drink”

I don’t think Merle Haggard ever knew our mother. Although his song I Think I’ll Just Stay Here And Drink seems to have been written with her in mind. In fact it could have been her motto. Now she never admitted to this being her slogan. In fact, her usual state was one of denial. […]

Minnesota Winters: Past and Present

  Today when I drove through what appeared to be a sandstorm, sand swirling on the highway and in front of my car, I see the sand as what it really is: snow, and I wonder how people in previous generations managed these blizzards. I am reminded of my grandmother and her life in Southwest Minnesota. Grandma […]

Oh no! A Cheesepocalypse?

Mother loved cheese. In fact it was one of her favorite food groups. Her palate was not very sophisticated so if you asked what her favorite cheese was, she would answer with a definite:  Velveeta, of course! If you know anything about Velveeta, then you know it is known as a “cheese product.” This means […]