Ocean

It couldn’t be just a regular Sunday. Even as it was so predictable, that I could have written its script days ago. We work – each in our ow...

I don’t know that there is a person in America who doesn’t take the time today to think of this day ten years back. Ten years. It’s not a ...

Last night – it was so beautiful! A sunset, from the helm of a boat on lake Mendota. (A Tormach company cruise; it’s a tradition.) Unfortuna...

Nearly every morning, we eat breakfast in the company of a hummingbird. He likes the cosmos and the prairie spiderwort. I like my muesli and...

Step outside. What a beautiful morning! I set out and I have this to say about today: 1. I motor-bike to work and pass a terribly sa...

Wednesday is not a ride good-old-Rosie-girl day. It’s a get off your butt and get moving day. My first class starts later than usual. I can ...

A student tells me – it’s the coldest September on record! Enough that it’s a brutal slap in the face early in the morning as I’m riding Ro...

If I said I cooked, cleaned and worked today, would it seem that I had an unspectacular Labor Day holiday? If I added that the day was cris...

The sky cleared, well, mostly it cleared... It was time to get the farmette ready for fall. Brush removal, yes, that.  Weeding, lots ...

Listen! Go to sleep. No, it’s a storm! It’s out of control, I’m sure it’s a tornado. Go to sleep. We have to go downstairs! Mmm. I’m goin...

Well, maybe it’s time for the schedule of work to click in. Summer’s great, but is it possible that we’ve become too relaxed about life? ...

I toss in the usual morning way. Because I should be getting up soon, I am especially feeling comfortable in bed. As if staying there is th...

Eventually, the sun recedes to the very edges of the farmette... ...Ed goes off for his Wednesday ride, and I take Rosie downtown for ...

We’re sitting on the porch, our feet up and resting on the ledge. The canvas chairs permit us to sway a little. An iPod is crooning some m...

I watch students cross University Avenue. The 1-Ls, the first year law students. A big deal day for them. How many times in life do you get ...

I come outside in mid afternoon and notice that the sunlight is almost completely off the dirt driveway. It’s not a summer sun anymore. And...

The last undemanding day of summer. I wrote furiously, as if there was to be no tomorrow. Five pages, delivered. A record for me. In the ...