Posture and Perspective

This past Christmas, a family member treated us to flights, and we gladly swapped the Minnesota tundra for the Florida tropics. At my mother-in-law’s home, we visited until 3:30 a.m., laughed ourselves hoarse, and overate cookies, prime rib, and toffee. We also slept...

Where Do I Live, Now?

It started out as a joke. The night of our 25th anniversary, John and I had enjoyed a low-key, burger-joint dinner, then looked at a rental house afterwards. We both fell in love with it, and I teased, “Are you going to move us while I’m gone for the conference?...

Sisters by Choice

I call them my “3 a.m.-ers,” those friends who’d expect an emergency call, regardless of the hour. We’ve done life together, these old and new friends, taking kiddos to the ER, bailing out flooded basements, pulling vehicles out of snowdrifts. These, my sistas, live...