When the power goes out, as it does fairly often here at The Angle, the darkness, or rather the small light in the darkness brings the family together. Whatever disparate activities we were all up to, they are put on pause, and we find our way to each other and start the familiar hunt for candles, the lantern, flashlights and headlamps.
First, it’s an adventure. And then, when we have our more primitive lights on, for whatever reason, we always ride out the darkness together. Continue reading “The Shape of Darkness”
(Published September 11, 2018 in the Warroad Pioneer)
Apparently, a lot of people in this rural area don’t like Colin Kaepernick and what he stands for.
Some of us think he started his anthem-kneeling protest because he was pouting about his dwindling career. Some of us think he shouldn’t have used his platform to talk about social issues. Some of us think he’s an entitled rich kid who hasn’t truly sacrificed anything. And now, a vocal minority of us are pretty irked that Nike chose him as the face of their new ad campaign that reads “Believe in something. Even if it means sacrificing everything.”
Here’s what I think. Continue reading “I Still Stand with Kap”
(Published September 4th in the Warroad Pioneer)
We danced our way into Fall on a recent rainy weekend. During a midday downpour, the five-year old and I stripped down, ran out into the chilly-at-first rain and danced in the grassy puddles with our hands and faces to the sky. It was earthy, delicious, giggling fun, and we twirled and sang until we were as soaked as river moss.
She starts school this week and will be the only kindergartner in our one-room school house. There’s no preschool at The Angle, so this first day of school is her legitimate first. Continue reading “The Song and Dance of Fall”
We don’t know where the day will end up when we open our eyes to it. We don’t know how our lives will go even as we make our plans and pray our prayers. We don’t know where stories will lead, where roads will take us, or even where our own thoughts will meander. Continue reading “I Didn’t Know”
We put our tired bodies to bed slowly, almost gingerly after the busy Angle Days weekend. “I’m so glad it’s over,” I sighed, almost falling onto the mattress.
“Yes,” he agreed. “It can be fall now.”
I went to sleep with those words on my every nerve ending that night, dreaming of cooler winds and peaceful transitions. Continue reading “It Can Be Fall Now”
The saga continues … somewhat. This one was easier to read for me than the last two.
The article that started it all.
The Letters to the Editor in response.
I don’t know who Loren Kramer-Johnson is from the Letter above, but I sure wish I could say thank you to him for making me feel less alone.
Despite a passing downpour and whipping wind on Saturday afternoon, outdoor events topped the agenda for this year’s Angle Days weekend at the Northwest Angle. Continue reading “Angle Days Whips up Some Fun in the Northwoods”