I have no idea why I am so completely tired tonight. Like collapse on the couch, barely-keeping-my-eyelids open tired. (Although Earl the pug did wake me up at 5:57 a.m. when he started roaming around our bedroom, making his usual pug snorting and heavy breathing sounds, apparently believing – and…
As I write this, it is Friday night at 7:01 p.m. and my son, the sixth grader, is doing his math homework – completely of his own accord. Yes, I am proud. And also yes, I felt his forehead in case he was feeling under the weather. It’s Friday, friends,…
I live in Buffalo, Minnesota, a community of about 15,000 people that’s a short drive to the suburbs of Minneapolis. I don’t consider Buffalo a suburb in the true sense, however; it’s a town with a long history and its own personality. And from our home, we can see horses, cows (both…