Being married to an obsessed fisherman, I occasionally get to spend a bit of time on the water attempting to catch fish. Because “everybody and their brother” goes to northern Michigan on July 4th, we decided to avoid the crowds and fish a couple of local fishing holes. Keep in mind that “local” is the Lansing area, […]
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It’s Wednesday and I’m in my cubicle at work when the phone rings and a little old lady bursts onto the line with, “I got in an accident and I don’t know what to do, but the young man that hit me just called someone.” “Mom, are you all right? That’s the most
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In 1967 I stood in the middle of an outdoor skating rink in Alpena listening to “You’ve Lost that Loving Feeling” while watching several kids gliding like rockets across the ice. I wore pure white skates with short blades and couldn’t go very fast; the other kids had black skates with long blades seemed to
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In case you are as out of it as I was until recently, Facebook is where everyone is connecting, how everyone is communicating, and how old friends are finding each other. About a month ago I finally got onto Facebook, and created a username and password I didn’t write down, and began setting up a
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It’s a great Christmas when: Everyone arrives safely and in time for dinner. People are happy with what they got. People are happy about what you got…in this case, my ghillie suit. The dog is happy with what he got. Everyone has a good time playing with toys. You receive something very, very special you
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In the spring of 2009, my mother and I drove down memory lane, which is a stupid term considering we drove up and down numerous streets or lanes. But let’s not get distracted. The small town in question is the southeastern Michigan town of Sturgis, and it is there that we drove past Mom’s childhood
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Last Sunday morning, I offered to take our female dog, Little Dipper, to McDonald’s for coffee and a $1 sausage biscuit. Not that they’re spoiled, but Little Dipper and our male dog, Dusty, share a sausage biscuit most weekends. Dusty stayed home to guard the house and Mark. Mark said he would “do the cinnamon
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