The Second Shot

Sickest I’ve ever been.  I don’t think anyone got annual flu shots back then.  At least I never heard of … More

The Last Unopened Letter

I grew up calling the neighboring islands of our state that weren’t O‘ahu the “outside” islands, and that big continent … More

Checkout

They entered West Towne Mall and Mrs. Goodman gave great thanks for the warmth.  It was officially the coldest winter on … More

Midwest Aloha

I lay there looking up at what seemed like a bunch of wood and metal.  I could feel things digging into … More

My Memoir Is Published

I’m happy to say that my memoir is now available in both Kindle and print editions.

NaNoWriMo: More About That Later, Chapter 24, All’s Well That Ends

1977.  It’s mostly a blur.  Sometimes when I try to recall the events of that year, it seems as if it were … More

NaNoWriMo: More About That Later, Chapter 23, A Tale of Mad City

My first semester at the University of Wisconsin, Madison, definitely had its best of times and worst of times split … More

NaNoWriMo: More About That Later, Chapter 15, Get Your Motor Running

When I would hear my friends talk about what their children were going through to get their driver licenses, I … More

NaNoWriMo: More About That Later, Chapter 6, Like Riding a Bike

One October when I was living in Madison, I agreed to housesit for some friends who were headed out of … More

NaNoWriMo: More About That Later, Chapter 2, My Teeth

Two things I do know for sure about my first year on this planet.  One, I was an aggressive breast feeder.  This … More

On Wisconsin

I hear, see, grow the silence of the fields, the farmershaving retreated into their farmhouses as graves,the long acres of … More

The Norway Dance

Last night I dreamed I danced on my Norwegian side.I’m ashamed to say, I’ve no idea what authentic Norwegian dance … More

X. Crossing Sevens

So they don’t look like ones, you taught me, thatwill bring us back to all the music in Madison held … More

IX. A Madison Mis-Memory

i.My poor dance of memory means I can’t quite reconfigure you,a fool’s waltz round to think today, remembering how we … More

VIII. After the Fall

i.You grow a green world, have a green thumb, I see,and I gladly enter into your loamy scented Eden,hung with … More

VII. Shooting Craps

I  can still picture the pair of fuzzy dice swingingfrom my little orange Karmann Ghia’s rearview mirror.I never knew whether to … More

Crazy (HS 154)

Like a pendulum, I swing between insaneand not sitting down to write.Occasionally, when I’m sitting down crazy,I can still vividly … More

Coloma, Wisconsin 1978 (HS 150)

There is not much left to do today.  This morning we were replacing fence posts.Bob and I have pulled stumps all … More