THE BRIDGEHUNTER'S CHRONICLES Loving ode to bridge poets: The Unknown Bridge
The Month of Bridge Poets
The month of dedicating our loving odes to bridge poets continue with another bridge poem that was discovered a few years ago. Unlike the previous post (which featured the... Posted on 5/2/13 at 8:55 AM
STAFF BLOG THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS Outgrowing Complements
I am blessed to be friends of all different varieties. Age, interests, nationality make the people in my world interesting. From people my grandparents age to four-and-a-half-years old, all are possib... Posted on 1/29/13 at 3:53 PM
THE VIEW FROM MY WINDOW Tiny Doors of Mystery
Guess what? I said to Boo, age 5, in an attempt to distract her grumpy self from the fact that she HAD to finish her toast, brush her teeth, and get dressed because the daddy-school bus would be lea... Posted on 12/4/12 at 7:50 AM
REPRINT 1986: Spring on the Farm
Spring on the farm is still a fine, marvelous thing, as it was in 1986 and long before that. It's still muddy, and there's still tons of work to be done, too.... Posted on 4/23/11 at 6:00 PM
STAFF BLOG LAGNIAPPE Soupy memories
Back in my college days in Sioux Falls, S.D., my friends and I used to frequent a place called Mrs. C’s (or was it Mr. C's? -- they were both there). Like many small Sioux Falls places, I think ... Posted on 1/8/10 at 5:00 AM
About 26 years ago, I gave birth to a baby girl. She was a big baby, weighing in at 9 pounds, 5½ ounces.
My aunt had given me a pretty red dress for Maggie to wear for Christmas, but by the time the holidays rolled around, my little girl was 2½ months old and the dress was too small. I tried to squeeze her into it, but she looked like a stuffed sausage about to strangle on a lacy collar.
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