My Favorite House


I always drive by my grandparents old house when I’m in Minnesota. My grandpa built it for he and my grandma shortly after they adopted my dad in the late 1950’s. My grandma was one of my very best friends, so I spent a lot of time there when I was a kid. That’s me […]

Things I’d Tell My Grandma Evelyn


For some reason, as I’ve grown older, my comfort zone seems to have gradually gotten smaller. Maybe it’s hormonal? Maybe it just happens to some folks with age? Maybe it’s something else? All I know is that when I think about my comfort zone nowadays, I think of it as being a bit on the […]