Accidental Saints found its way into my library hold shelf a while back. I didn't review it. Not because it wasn't good. Just because I didn't. I can do that sometimes... read a book and not even have the decency to write about it. Apologies. I loved it. Nadia Bolz-Weber is a foul-mouth overly-tatted rough-and-tumble... Continue Reading →
Initial reaction: smile
2 seconds in: “I’m not really in a good place to start this one TODAY.”
5 seconds in: sigh
10 seconds: smile
There’s no better day than today, and no better time than when you’re not quite ready.
I’m in. Who’s with me?
We're coming up on a critical juncture in the fight to protect the Boundary Waters from mining interests that threaten to pollute and compromise the watershed. The Star Tribune just did an article on Becky Rom, a driving force behind the Save the Boundary Waters Campaign. My husband forwarded me the link this evening, and... Continue Reading →
It's NaNoWriMo? Are you writing yet? For the uninitiated, NaNoWriMo is National Novel Writing Month, or NOVEMBER. Millions of people join together in the common goal of completing a 50,000 word novel in 30 days. Sounds impossible? Not so, my friend. Some years ago, friends talked me into giving NaNo a whack. I mostly did... Continue Reading →
Committee might be a strong word. Soapbox, maybe. I am nearly through with my 5th book on Social Security, retirement, and investment; I've been on somewhat of a run. It's been enlightening, actually, and inspiring on many levels. So much so that I am teaching a class this month, to share all the eye-poppers and... Continue Reading →
I've got to be honest: the writerly juices just haven't been flowing into the valley of personal gratification lately. I've been spending so much time writing for others that I haven't given more than a drop's thought to my own creative streams. I guess that is why I started the Postbox; to jam the wellhead in... Continue Reading →
It's 1am. I am supposed to be diving into my thirty-seven degree sleeping bag on the shores of Lake Superior after a mad midnight setup spree right about now. But instead I am pit-stopped on my couch, typing my way to bed. We can debate the sanity of the midnight arrival plan later. 45 minutes... Continue Reading →