Can't go wrong with a bounce house. Where is Misha going?  asked 3-year-old C-boy as I buckled him into his car seat, silently delighting in the unblemished skin, the fragrance of a recent bath. She is going away to college. As kids grow up, they leave home, go away to school, get married. Someday you will grow up and move away. [silence before the storm] But I don’t want to go away and get married! Hugs and assurances that he will never have to leave, my knowing that he will

Following a class at the gym recently, my dear friend Gentle Noreen shared that during the cool down, as she raised her arms, the sight of crepe skin alarmed her. I recalled a post of 2022, dug it out, and decided it was worth another look. Enjoy! Happy Thanksgiving! The crepe paper streamers mirroring the colors of Midwest autumn were draped and twisted throughout the church’s overflow room, delineating booths for the annual Church Bazaar and Turkey dinner. This was the 50s

She surveyed the buffet, the selection abundant and varied in color, texture, and fragrance. Craving food, those choices offered not only nutrition but also gastronomic delights that she would experience as physical relief from hunger. Satiated, she would be empowered as savior of the species, savior of the natural world, savior of universal creation. She would eat her fill producing offspring to continue the cycle. She was not conscious of this preeminent role; she was worki

I planned, God laughed. We learned etiquette, problem-solving, how to win/lose friends and influence people; how to grow up. We learned that sometimes it is best to pick up your toys and go home.  -Unpublished work by Mary Pfeiff Cornelius ‘Where have you been?’ I imagine people wondering, although I suspect they haven’t noticed my absence. Mike and I left home June 12, enjoyed American kitsch as we drove cross-country to Chicago, marveling equally at natural wonders such as

Nova Scotia was serious!! Even in US dollars, that is a hefty fine. Closing Remarks Time is running out, my self-set deadline looming,...

Everyone is So Nice & Gotta love such a simple but meaningful design. Back to Canada. Keep in mind that this is my perspective of my...

Squeaky Clean Yep, that is all your personal information. Canada is clean. At least on the surface. Neighborhood houses on the roads...

A short diversion from observations of Canada. I will momentarily digress from my observations of Canada to bring you, dear readers, up...

It’s a Spontaneous Adventure Trees and water. That's almost everything in the Maritimes. The Canadian border guard greeted us amiably as...

The Arch of Lands End, Cabo San Lucas, Mexico I promised my old-fart friend Sue a blog from Cabo , where I am staying with my friend Debi...

Loneliness and Being Alone are not the same, but often overlap. “Agnes is being moved into a nursing home,” my mother said. Agnes is...

Armloads of flowers smeared trails of color through the gray of the elegant hallways of the Minnesota state capitol building  in...

Please don't do this. We are within three hours of our destination, Nini Dair’s condo in Chicago. This is our sixth day on the road,...

Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in. - Robert Frost I’ve been thinking a lot about house vs....

Life currently feels like the game Mexican Train. So, where was I? Oh yes, fourteen dominos.   Some have been loaded onto the Mexican...

Did you hear those sighs of relief? Mowgli graduated from high school. There were two commencements: public high school and county...

Life is fragile, a tiny bone ruining a bit of fish, a mislaid pin piercing a bare foot. It doesn’t take much to change the course of the day.

Who is our mother? Not just the woman who gave birth.

Really, you have got to see this! Where was I? Oh, yes, yesterday (Tuesday, April 22) I looked forward to hiking   in the Coronado...

Kartchner Caverns. Worth a visit along with Colossal Caves. Caveat: lots of links and hyperbole. All this talk of moving  has inspired me...