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She/her; writer chasing ghosts via historical fiction; author of a delightful children’s book called The Cookie Garden; matriarch of me.
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The one surviving robin chick is at the edge of the diving board, puffing its chest, ready to fledge. Send positive, encouraging thoughts, if you got ‘em.

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I love these crazy ladies.

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I’ve been curious about conclave catering, and this NYT article provides some answers. “Gregory X decreed in 1274 that after three days of conclave, cardinals would get only one meal a day. The more days they took, the less food they got.” Chop, chop, gentlemen.

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Didn’t dare get too close while Mama Robin was at Happy Hour, but I think there may be 3 eggs.

submitted 27 days ago • 1 comment

In the right context, a little bleeding heart never hurt anybody.

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Mama Robin has been on the nest for a few days. She is so patient. At first, we treaded lightly on the stairs of our split-level. But today, we needed to clean our nest, which meant the noise of vacuuming. She seemed to understand.

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While Mama Robin deposited her second egg this morning, gold finches danced in the larger crabapple tree.

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So embarrassed by the dumbass Eliot Engen, who somehow got elected to represent me, though he fails at every turn. Turns out there’s a whole slew of them in the MN House.

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A robin has built its nest in the crabapple tree outside our front door, which is adorned with chimes and lights and other pretty things. We are honored.

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When my kids were little, we lived in a small town in northern Minnesota. They went to Head Start, which helped save us from a dangerous domestic situation. They grew up to be an LPN and a science teacher.

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Today I sent my novel 4 DUMB ONES to beta readers for feedback. It's like sending your kid off to daycare. You know they need the socialization and it's best for their development, but you still want to spend a few more days making sure they can make it out there without you.

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After a trip to the bookstore, visiting the library, and shopping at the drugstore, I spent a few minutes with the 150-year-old oaks that the mayor of my town wants to chop down for more parking. I had no trouble finding parking spaces downtown, 3 separate spaces because I am that lazy.

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When you don’t have the gravitas to pull off a cheesehead, your time is up.

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“A.I. is one of many technologies that promise transformation through iteration rather than disruption. Consumer automation once promised seamless checkout experiences that empowered customers to bag our own groceries.”

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My 4-month-old granddaughter Isabelle is a worrier. You can see it in her face, in her wriggling. Today I promised her all would be right with the world before she knew anything was wrong. I hope she believes me. I will endeavor to make this happen.

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Today would have been my mom’s 90th birthday. Here’s our beloved Joni in the 1970s doing the thing she loved most: picking flowers and putting them in vases for bedside tables in the cabins at Swanee Shores.

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Ancestor “Dick” Phoebe Thelma Mountford, daughter of William Tecumsah Sherman Mountford. She was bookkeeper who pretty much ran the whole electric company while her boss was sick with shingles. As I finish my historical novel, “4 Dumb Ones,” I totally relate to her expression.

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If Russia wants peace, they should end the invasion.

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March 3, 2025

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Carl Dean, an asphalt paver who met his future wife, Dolly Parton, outside a Nashville laundromat more than six decades ago and quietly championed her as she rose to superstardom, died on Monday. He was 82.

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THIS is how you write about the absurdity of this administration. It’s brilliant prose, full of irony and subtle humor, with a meticulous eye for the farcical details. No other approach could have adequately captured what happened in that room. All who chronicle this era should take note.

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Be Good Ancestors. Become, right now, the Ancestors your descendants will call upon to help them when they face their own daunting circumstances. You don't have to be perfect; just have integrity. Make the best choices you can. Be a Good Human, even if they never know your name.💖 #WitchSky #PaganSky

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