(Minnesota lake photo by Missy Day Albrecht) On the north side of my house is a happy tangle of ferns, hostas, violets and lily-of-the-valley. I call this my woods garden. For one thing, it grows without much help from me. For another, this pretty group of flowers remind me of taking a walk through […]
Aug 25, 2019
Dream Your Troubles Away
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We all have a dream–something that puts a spring in our steps and a gleam in our eyes. Dreams are those wonderful things as filmy as a spider’s web, as substantial as moonbeams, somewhere ahead of us, calling to us to follow, to pursue, to hope, to reach. We can spin dreams of the […]
Aug 22, 2019
Cats and Rain and Mysteries
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A loud crash jarred me out of a warm slumber. Thunder! The sound of rain on the deck. Wonderful. Just when we need it so badly, grass was beginning to lose its vitality, leaves on trees and flowers were drooping. Thunder still echoes through the dark morning. Storms and rain hold a prominent place […]
Aug 17, 2019
Cut It Out!
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“Cut it out!” I used to hear this phrase a lot; not so much nowadays. It just means, “Stop that.” Stop doing or saying whatever. It’s a useful phrase, a word picture of taking a pair of scissors and snipping off something, or using a black marker and rubbing it out. The thing of it […]
Aug 1, 2019
What To Do with Endings
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This morning as I look out at a dark, damp world and the beginning of a new day, with another school year fast approaching, I think of beginnings. And, endings. July has ended, another summer is nearly gone and August is here–the month when schools start and teachers and children troop back to the classroom. […]
Jun 25, 2019
The Murky Mind of a Mystery Writer
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I knew a long time ago that I was a little different, but I kept it a secret. I had a big, heaping helping of curiosity. I wanted to know things. I wanted to dig past the surface and find out what lay underneath. Why did things happen as they did? For a long time, […]
