Going to the Library

Going to the Library

Early on, my library card was one of my most precious possessions. This small piece of heavy card stock, about three by four inches, was my passport to the adventure of other worlds, and also to my own adventures. My first card was issued at the bookmobile that came...
My Como Zoo Funeral

My Como Zoo Funeral

I want mini donuts at my funeral nothing fancy, just a van owned by a retired couple who won’t skimp on the sugar and for the kids, all-you-can-ride wristbands. A merry-go-round with traditional calliope, no additional cost for adult riders. Courtesy of my estate—...
Selby Avenue, 1970

Selby Avenue, 1970

  As a teenager I drove grain trucks, pickup trucks, and Massey Ferguson tractors for farmers in the Red River Valley. I hauled oats, corn, and soybeans and drove alongside combines as wheat poured into truck beds. I plowed fields and threw straw bales. While not...
Eating Philosophy

Eating Philosophy

Waitress walking across the bridge still smell like kitchen. Want to serve you my seven spice butter sauce blueberry eyes freshly baked buns grated parmesan hair. I float not boat over the syrup sweet river, once again resisting the jump. Anxious for your carrot...