Well, I made it through the first week of full-time work last week, but by Friday afternoon, I was exhausted (and had officially developed a head cold). I really like the work (and my coworkers are lovely), but I did feel that pull back to my desk (when will I get any writing done?) and…
Read MoreI’m awake early these days, my to-do list making it impossible for me to sleep past a certain (still-dark) hour. So I get up, make some tea, and sit down at my desk, which is once again cluttered beyond recognition. Here I sit, thinking about the weekend (a couple of birthday parties, housework, back-to-school shopping)…
Read More(A heartbreaking, but take-action post.) A month ago, D and I found out that our good friend, John “Sly” Sylvester might have ALS (Lou Gerhig’s Disease). Earlier this summer, John and his wife, Tessie, spent two weeks at the Mayo Clinic in Rochester because over the last year John had lost mobility in his hand…
Read MoreHow can it almost be the middle of August already? Summers always go too fast, but this summer has been a blur. I drove up to St. Cloud yesterday to present to the Forum of Executive Women about writing, publishing and motherhood, and it was such a wonderful event. What an interesting and organized group…
Read MoreSaturday we held the service for my grandpa, and it was lovely. There were tears, of course, but there was also lots of laughter as people stood up and shared their memories of my grandpa—his optimism, his integrity, his sense of humor, and his extraordinary golf swing. I read the piece I wrote last week…
Read MoreMy grandpa, Spencer Nelson, died early this morning. In the coming days and weeks, I’m sure I’ll write more about my last days with him, but for now, I’ll just post a few photos. Grandpa and Grandma were florists. Here he stands with a bouquet. He served in WWII as a Military Police officer on stateside…
Read MoreWarning: This is long and tangential. It’s the only way I can write it. On Thursday afternoon, my mom was helping my grandpa walk to the door, when Grandpa’s legs gave out and both he and my mom went down. He didn’t have a stroke; he just didn’t have any strength left in his legs,…
Read MoreHappy Father’s Day to all the dads out there. Wishing everyone a lovely day! D had to coach this morning, but we’ll greet him with homemade cards and the electric griddle he’s been coveting. We’ll have a little family time followed by some solo time for him to watch the US soccer game. Then dinner…
Read MoreLast night D. brought home Blizzards for the girls and for himself, and my “I’ll just have two bites of yours” turned into me eating half of his Oreo Blizzard. (Can you see why he doesn’t like to share with me?) I have a friend who insists that DQ is not a “deliberate dessert” (meaning…
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