• Sniffing Snow

     My dog, Rue, might have been the only one excited to see seven inches of fluffy new snow at the cabin. By this time, we’re hoping to mothball the snowblowers (all three of them) and move on to Spring. Folks in the U.P. are used to Mothers’ Day blizzards or […]

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  • Quite the Weekend

    We were supposed to get freezing rain at the end of last week. And we didn’t. Instead, I woke up to just an inch and a half of light snow. Yay! I hate ice. I was expecting guests for the weekend and our lane is long, twisting, and hilly. We […]

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  • Look Closer

    Winter hasn’t made much of an appearance yet this year. We had three or four inches of fluffy snow a few weeks ago. It lasted maybe a week. The soggy leaves carpet the forest. I haven’t hung the bird feeders because it may not be cold enough for the bears […]

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  • Seeing

    Mirrors I grew up in front of mirrors. Big ones—seven or eight feet up from the baseboards. They covered at least two walls, doubling the population and making even the smallest rehearsal room bigger in our minds. They all smelled of sweat—not jock sweat or fear sweat—but a clean fragrance, […]

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  • Hutchmoot 2013

    Back from Hutchmoot   I am. Back from from the moot. I’ve been to Hutchmoot twice and each time I come back new. Different.   Who knows what I’m becoming? (There’s an obvious answer to that, I guess, but the answer isn’t me).   The voices (of fear, discouragement, of […]

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