January Comes Calling

This is January in Minnesota. It descends upon the landscape like a heavy blanket of cold dusk and desolation.Yet, it always brings with it an unexplainable comfort. It's as if the Earth is cocooned in a cozy layer of frost and nearness. The sky isn't limitless; the stars are absent. A quiet covers the landscape and humans hunker down. Those of us born and bred in this climate dig in and accept the dark and cold and make the very best of things. We pull out flannels. We tug on boots. We listen for the hushed sounds of the crystalline cold. 

It makes no sense, but my soul is revived by this bleak scenery.

Welcome!

“Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.”

-William Wordsworth

I like writing. I like putting to paper, or screen, that which will make people laugh, gasp, cry, giggle, stew and think. 

Every day I find an opportunity to laugh at the world, groan at idiocy, tear up over tenderness, or stand up to things that are just plain wrong. I enjoy sharing. I hope to share some of those stories here.

I am a wife, mother, daughter, sister (older and younger), redhead, German-American, cat owner, jam maker, laundress, sewer, baker, flutist, writer, editor, teacher, latte lover, and grammarian. I live in a four-season state and wouldn't have it any other way. I work too hard, say no far too seldom, take on way too much and finally accepted that's just the way I operate.

Let's see where this goes.