Monthly Archives: March 2011
Our first batch of baby chicks grew into a fine flock of eight laying hens and one strutting Rhode Island Red rooster. The rooster was beautiful with his long iridescent tail feathers and bright red comb, he was also full of personality. We named him Randy. Continue reading
I had been working on a story off and on for about two years. Initially it was just for fun. I’ve always loved writing. I have a box full of poems, journals, and half-finished novels in my basement which I’ve accumulated over a lifetime of writing “for fun”. As I worked on Empyrean, I began to feel that it might be something different. Continue reading
My husband and I began our small family farm almost three years ago now and I am sad to say that I still cannot answer the age old question of what comes first. On our farm it was neither the chicken, nor the egg; instead it was the coop. Continue reading
No tale of summer is complete without its fish stories, and over two generations at the cottage tall tales abound. My Dad is really the story teller of our family and when I remember these stories I picture him telling … Continue reading
My Grandma and Grandpa purchased The Cottage on July 27, 1957, the day of their wedding anniversary. They had been camping each summer in what is now the Sleeping Bear Sand Dunes National Lakeshore Park for several years, and had … Continue reading
Protesters line the street,
Marching, yelling, waving signs.
They are there for a holy purpose,
They have a divine goal.
They threaten anyone who tries to enter
What they have declared
A house of sin. Continue reading
It’s a place of magic,
A place of dreams.
It’s a place where miracles
Can happen, it seems.
Where the world is filled with wonder,
Where children are filled with awe.
Where making sure you’re having fun
Seems to be the only law. Continue reading
It was another sunny morning
Another beautiful day,
As my Dad and I got ready
To head out on the lake.
We grabbed our poles and nets,
A bucket of worms in mud. Continue reading
We are a society that screams Entertain Me.
We walk with our noses pressed to screens.
We talk with our fingers dancing across keyboards.
We can access anything, know everything;
Yet we do nothing. Continue reading