Welcome to my blog

I am a nurse although no longer working as one. I have many fond memories of my time at the bedside. I also have disturbing memories of...

Ever bite into a submarine sandwich and in the next instant realize you’ve bitten off far too much? The bread seems to mushroom into an ...

The mare strained, her breaths coming in soft grunts, her swollen belly arched like a cathedral dome. She lifted her head and looked tow...

I was in our local Lucky’s Market a few months ago looking for a protein powder. Everyone at Lucky’s is super helpful, so I wasn’t surpr...

“You should get yourself a girl.” I was overwhelmed with farm work, house work, tending a large garden and raising three rambunctious pre...

It happened. The invasion of the body snatchers. Deep in the darkest night, they came. I awoke and screamed. My body had been mysteri...

My younger sister and I don’t see eye to eye on politics, but we agree on this: we’re both ready to stop working so darn hard all the ti...

Letter writing is, unfortunately, a thing of the past just like the old car inside the ramshackle garage in today's photo. At one time I...

A lying tongue hates those it hurts, and a flattering mouth works ruin. Proverbs 26:28 There’s a brew pub in Sebastian, Florida, named P...

Let me tell you about my dog. As a preface, we lost a wonderful black lab in 2005, a beautiful, intelligent dog who had been my constant...

I love to hunt mushrooms. I have my secret spots, just as every mushroom forager has theirs. Mine are on our property which makes for a...

We own and operate a centennial farm. In an earlier post, I wrote about growing cherries, so I won't rehash that. A centennial farm, as...

Forgetting what lies behind and reaching forward to what lies ahead . . . Philippians 3:13 Ever get a sand burr stuck in your skin? The...

Mike Row’s popular Dirty Jobs brings the viewer face to face with the grittiest, most disgusting work any man or woman does for a living....

I have written poetry for all of my adult life. Some of it is terrible. Some of it has been good enough to earn me entry into juried ch...

The woman was in a big hurry, brow furrowed, mouth set thin, corners turned down. She pushed her cart like a battering ram, hastily weav...

It is nearly seven PM. I am sitting on the deck of our northern Michigan home listening to the whine of an orchard sprayer. My husband ...

The thought of becoming a blogger makes me feel green. As in a little sick to my stomach. Like putting your underwear out on the line, ...