Category Archives: randomness

If you start checking your browser bar and looking around at the graphics to make sure you’re in the right place by the time you get about a third of the way through this post because you notice that there’s no mention of my empty-nest syndrome symptoms, I’ll totally understand. But since it’s Friday, I thought it […]

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I used to like to think I was crafty. When my girls were little I’d pull out the old-school, gritty construction paper, felt squares, yarn, googly eyes, and pipe cleaners every now and again for distraction. Problem was, I was always left with really ugly shit that I had to display proudly on my walls […]

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It’s 10:00 a.m. and I seriously just realized it was Friday. Makes a lot of sense to me, though, because all day Wednesday I thought it was Thursday. (I know. You might be thinking, but then wouldn’t you think today was Saturday, Michelle? to which I would answer, that would make sense, but let’s not […]

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I’ve loved to read since I was one. OK, I’m probably lying, but it’s true that my earliest — best — memories involve books. It’s been a constant favorite ever since I can remember. I still love to read, and while it’s true that I don’t have as much time for it as I used to  and […]

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One of my favorite things to do when I’m at our cabin is sit out on the deck that overlooks the lake in the mornings and enjoy a cup of coffee. Right? This year I even solved the problem of the glare and heat of the mid-morning sun and purchased an extra patio umbrella to […]

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Last week the family decided to break our impressive chain of about 10 days of doing basically nothing by taking a little two-hour field trip to Itasca State Park, home to the headwaters of the Mississippi River. We’d visited the headwaters once before — 13 years ago — and while the actual beginning of the […]

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When I think of my childhood, I think of books. OK fine. I also think of Weeble Wobbles, moon boots, latch-hook rugs, ESPRIT clothing and, of course, Scott Baio — but also, books. My formative years were spent with far more friends than could be physically seen or heard; they were spent with countless comrades whose lives and stories […]

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After about seven months of imagining it and dreaming of it while I shivered and cursed through the bitter winter, I’m finally, finally, at the lake. And you guys, I don’t plan to leave. I’m not kidding. Other than getting back home for a hair appointment next week (because duh), I’m staying here for the unforeseeable […]

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