Musings on life's mundane moments, the spirit of nature and people, and stories of my beloved Michigan.
The Hardwood Walking Stick
All through my 30s onward, I’ve walked woods from the Appalachian and Smoky Mountains, along with the mountains, hills and valleys of Michig...
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All through my 30s onward, I’ve walked woods from the Appalachian and Smoky Mountains, along with the mountains, hills and valleys of Michig...
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I am Scandinavian – Norwegian and Swedish to be exact, and as a youngster spent hours enthralled as family storytellers shared tales of r...
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I am a retired Baby Boomer . The second month of this new freedom finds me seeking my identity, post-work, and reevaluating what I want fro...