IN THE MIDST of a Minnesota spring blizzard

IN THE MIDST of a Minnesota spring blizzard, and what sometimes seems a blizzard of bad news and negativity, here is a timeless poem. Wonderful for today. For any day. A poem like this is like a message in a bottle, a candle in the night. And just as the bird’s song “sweetest in the gale is heard,” a candle’s

A YEAR AGO, I lost a dear friend

A YEAR AGO, I lost a dear friend. David was a good and kind soul with a wise heart, and I enjoyed every moment I ever spent with him. Yesterday I lost my beloved cousin, my brother, Terry, with whom I grew up–a good and kind soul with a wise heart. I enjoyed every moment I ever spent with him.