A Colorful Christmas

It was time to visit the kids. What was Christmas without them? There were bunches of 3, 5 and 6 year olds downstairs in the play room, offering far more entertainment value than the adult conversations with distant in-laws. I grabbed the colorful tube of glowsticks and descended the stairs. … … more …

A Child’s Magic

It would be a perfect moment: one of those Normal Rockwell times, capturing the wide-eyed wonder of young children entranced – not so much by an object – but by the concept beyond it. I looked over the long wands, considering each. The first would go to Elam, the youngest … … more …

Johnny Trump

“Mommy, Mommy, can I be President someday? Even me?” “Well, Johnny, they’ve always said anyone can grow up to be President – and now I believe it.” “Great! I’m going to be like President Trump! First, I’m going to borrow money from the kids at school so I can start … … more …

Ladybug

My little hamlet has a safety-inspired tradition each fall: we bring our children in full Halloween regalia to the Village – the center of the town’s small shops and cafes. After stopping by the Elementary school to photograph my grandson in costume with his and other classes, I grabbed a … … more …

A Night with Garrison

I sat down with Garrison Keilor last night, albeit at some distance. From the back row of the upper balcony in a California theatre, I listened to him spin tales of my homeland. We both knew Minnesota: “Land of 10,000 Lakes and a Few Weirdos,” as one of my t-shirts … … more …