The detonation just about shattered us. That day—a week+ in the rearview mirror—may have been the most stressful of my adult life. Thankfully, it’s all smoothing over. At the time, it felt like all may be lost. Though we curled up into a ball, catatonic, somehow we didn’t succumb to self-pity. Here’s what happened, all within … More When Calamity Strikes, HOLD ON!
The majority of land currently occupied by my farm is being sold. It goes on the market tomorrow morning. I got the final word on this yesterday. What a bummer. It’s nothing personal on the part of the landowner, an institution. There were some realities they had to contend with. A difficult decision was made. Life … More Major setback. Now what?
Continuing a theme of walking a mile in another man’s shoes, I walked six with a fascinating subject who challenged the heck out of me. We met at his home, perched high atop the hill on the edge of Lincoln Park. Blake is an explorer, wanderer, entrepreneur, musician, seeker, and a new dad. And man oh … More Glen’s Neighbor: unraveling the mystery
I spent the morning at Life House today. Their mission is, “to reconnect homeless and street youth to their dreams.” After the meeting and tour of their drop-in center, I ran down the hill to catch a bus, something I only rarely do. Due to poor planning—well, no planning—I missed my bus by several minutes. The … More Walking that extra mile
Tiny Farm Duluth will occupy a mere seventh of an acre in 2017, but this year’s farm plan has me planting and harvesting approximately 200 beds throughout a 30-week season. The sheer volume of decisions required for such an ambitious plan—one that has me shooting for a $14,000 profit—is shocking. Paralysis by analysis is a … More Boring through a mountain of decisions
A crisp and clear morning. Bright and beautiful. The sort of day that fills one with hope and optimism. I imagine a morning with coffee, light banter, reading, playing with the dogs. And, a quick, tender kiss on the lips. Their last. A perfect Saturday morning. She steps away to run some errands, as done … More A Life Without Regrets
It’s always enough just to discover that the cabin hasn’t burned down, or isn’t occupied by another party. Getting there and entering the old shack, which to the best of my knowledge dates to around 1922, is a victory in and of itself. I wrote about this place in my book extensively, and never tire of … More The Pigeon Lives!