Ending Texting Torture

Earlier this week, the tug-of-war continued between AT&T email ads and morning texting torture on my archaic flip phone – for one so vane when it comes to my stylish heels, you would think I would have been flaunting a stylish smart phone years ago. . . The only person more technology conservative than me is Brandon, my… Continue reading Ending Texting Torture

A Hunk under the Hoist

Put me in a flirty wrap dress, a pair of strappy sandals and destiny continually reveals new creative writing places – today it was the service bay and lounge of Walser Buick.  Strawberry blonde, curled and flowing tresses, a bright smile and décolletage slightly revealing will often elicit compliments, further introductions and pampering.  Revealing was… Continue reading A Hunk under the Hoist

Sadness and Joy from Liquid to Chicago . . . & 25th

We were all surprised by the sudden death of one of the partners to the 128 year-old building that is being renovated at the corner of 5th and Hennepin in downtown Minneapolis.  My design for Liquid, a restaurant and night club, had progressed slowly due to the lack of funds for the complete transformation. Sadly,… Continue reading Sadness and Joy from Liquid to Chicago . . . & 25th

An Easter Eucharist at Faith Lutheran

As my two sons are now grown, it has been my preference to dress in my Easter finest for sunrise mass at my Catholic parish of St. Hubert in Chanhassen. Minnesota. This past Easter, instead of turning south to attend the sunrise service – a whisper I heard, turned north, and after a three hour… Continue reading An Easter Eucharist at Faith Lutheran

Mom, Dad and Vibia Perpetua

We danced and we danced, St. Perpetua and me.  Her centuries old diary and faith journey illuminated images, visions and questions that filled my head.  In my heart, I knew that at Heaven’s Gate I would seek Vibia Perpetua to hold me first. For weeks, I had been seeking forgiveness from my deceased parents for my… Continue reading Mom, Dad and Vibia Perpetua

So, now I’m a blogger

Unexpected journey, unexpected author, Unexpected date, So much to savor. I’m published, having dreaded it might take forever. With Dana, Kate and more, it all came together. Font options, margins widths, line spacing and cover art too, Author copies in the mail – what now must I do? During an afternoon years ago, her phone… Continue reading So, now I’m a blogger