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The simple phrase “mild winter” needs to be filed away with other hasty prepositions about life and love on the Great Plains. I was prepared to walk after work tonight but the wind chill is some smallish number below zero. I stayed in and whipped up a vegetable curry for…

Lynn got out of the house quick, as I did, a hasty marriage to an inappropriate person, and a quick exit from the relationship. It’s possible I followed her lead on that, which would be the second revelation in as many posts, born of simply writing the words down. She…

I’ve lived between these two rivers two other times in my life, once, before my marriage, and twenty years later, after it. During the first time, in 1982, when I was in the apartment at Franklin and Gilman, we had a cold spell nearly as extreme as the one this…

My sister, Lynn, is a true war baby, born in ’45, almost seven years ahead of me. I was an ignorant observer to her years of teen conflict, I wasn’t old enough to comprehend either her pain or her struggle. It took me years to realize the impact of Susan’s…

Came before the freeze, the world will be a crusty white for a week at least. Winter’s first real blast is here, highs in the teens next week. Sunset 5:59. Yesterday was my sister, Lynn’s, birthday. I thought I could write a tribute to her, but it wasn’t that simple….

Speak hard to winter for me. I need to blink again a couple of times I think, for it to come around, for it to fade and only then come clean.We ask , forgetting we already know, will the silence last? Some dream like snow unfallen goes lightly where before…

Last night’s serenity has become tonight’s cacophony. Dry tree limbs clattering like old bones and young, lissom branches bending and whistling and singing in chorus. Occasionally, one limb will become the bow and the other limb becomes the fiddle string. The air is alive and warm, the sky is grey…

Yes, the physical beauty of the world is more subtle in winter, and serenity is the reward for those who take the time to find the green within the grays and browns. Those searching for beauty now must adopt a slower pace, wait a little longer to see what comes…

February is the last hurdle, the last month that doesn’t carry at least a hint of spring in its name. This is the one you grit your teeth over, the one that tests your resolve, the one that used to be a terror, back when we had real winters. But…