Busy as an Upper Peninsula Beaver

Beaver dam — Front door I’ll make this short. Everyone in the U.P. is complaining about the heat as they sit in their air-conditioned homes, ride in their air-conditioned cars, or dine at their favorite air-conditioned restaurants. Consider yourselves lucky. You could be as busy as the Yooper beavers who…

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Why is my body your choice?

With the Supreme Court’s recent ruling regarding Roe v. Wade, it caused me to remember the summer I heard about newborns referred to as “Thalidomide babies.” I was quite young, perhaps just in my teens, when newscasters told of infants born with life-threatening birth defects. I recall sitting at our…

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An Empty Barnyard

It’s been 39 years since we lost Dad. Some folks say a year is enough to mourn, but mourning is nothing compared to the memories. They never go away. They just creep into a far corner of your mind and wait until you grab a torn shirt hanging on a…

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Yooper Kitchen Table Blues

If your kitchen table is like mine, it grows stuff. No matter how hard I try to keep it tidy, it refuses to cooperate. Unopened mail, yesterday’s newspaper, Avon brochures, magazines, bills, cookbooks, condiments, and miscellaneous items litter without the slightest apology. My morning table might greet the day with…

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Waltzing with My Mother

When I was a youngster, the kitchen radio was always tuned to the only American station we could get during the daytime, WSOO-AM. I remember trying to dance to the music of Hank Williams, Kitty Wells, Red Foley, and lots of other country singers. Whenever the mood overtook me, I…

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