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...
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—...
Last week’s Canadian fires brought me a scratchy throat and sights of suns and moons with colors that would make the artist’s palette envious. On alternate evenings, I saw the blood moon and the pink sun that hovered over Saint Paul and was reminded of the brilliant...
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...
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...
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