There is nothing I love more than storycatching, and of all the stories that come my way the ones that intrigue me the most offer a glimpse into the creative process. There I was wide awake at dark-thirty Saturday morning, mousing around on the computer looking for something absorbing to take me out of my […]
This year’s holiday exhibit at the Elk Rapids Historical Museum is Treasures from the Toy Chest, and I am the Treasure Scout. Linda Pillsbury drew me a map. Linda knows everyone in Elk Rapids, and her mother knows their mothers. By the time we’re through you will be dazzled. Last week, for example, I went […]
You know you're Up North when a bear stands by a cross-walk on the main street in town and everyone thinks it's just dandy.
Soon enough I will be grousing about s*** and fuel bills. But just for now . . . let's go fishing.
Miss Sadie, the Cowboy and I had pressing business in Charlevoix today. Nevertheless, we made a detour along the ribbon road to the top of the second ridge, parked the car next to the centennial barn, and fled into the afternoon.
Cora Stoppert has been having a bit of trouble with carpal tunnel syndrome, and went off to the surgeon for some repairs. The first hand is done. "I can knit again," she announced cheerfully, "but I don't have the strength to cut up rutabagas for pasties."
October 14, 2012
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