Tag: Upper Peninsula

I’m Berry Well, Thank You, and You?

A key thing about being a regular blogger is sometimes not caring if anyone reads what you write. That’s my number one message tonight. My second message has to do with blueberries. Specifically, disabusing people of the notion that picking wild blueberries is a… Continue Reading “I’m Berry Well, Thank You, and You?”

A Roof Over Our Heads

On the road to Grand Marais, there are two houses I’ve loved. Twenty years ago, when we first started driving up M-77, both houses were worn and in need of repair. Every time we passed, I would check on their progress. The first house… Continue Reading “A Roof Over Our Heads”

Dog Day

We went to the Midwest Sled Dog Symposium in Curtis, Michigan, today where our retired sled dog, Swirl, was fussed over like a returning war hero by the people who raised, trained, raced, and ran him for seven years. One after the other described… Continue Reading “Dog Day”

Saturday on the Porch in the U.P.

When we got here two days ago, the chairs had blown every which way on the porch. We were lucky one hadn’t taken flight and gone through a window. Our canoe was lifted off the old bedspring that serves as its resting spot on… Continue Reading “Saturday on the Porch in the U.P.”

The Man at the Boat Launch

He drove up just as we were starting lunch at the picnic table under the trees at the boat launch. A black Dodge Ram truck with a squat camper like all the autoworkers used to have in Flint, pulling a flat bed trailer with… Continue Reading “The Man at the Boat Launch”

Friday Poem

I meant to write something profound deep Move people impress with my erudition touch I forgot what I would write in a sea of waterlilies Instead I reached in black water Pulled two slick stems Wound white blossoms in black rope Floral masthead for… Continue Reading “Friday Poem”

Yesterday at Whitefish Point

You never know the last time you’re going to do something. I used to think about that, about the last time my son would put his hand on my shoulder when we were walking. And then he didn’t do it anymore but I don’t… Continue Reading “Yesterday at Whitefish Point”

Grace

Originally posted on Red's Wrap:
To the lighthouse was long and dusty, a bear and her cubs rumbled across the road; then woods gave way to the blueness of Lake Superior and the grace of waves on rocks. _______________________ Written in response to…

Perfectly Flawed

A long time ago, we bought a ramshackle beach house on Lake Superior and two years later it burned down. One minute we had a house and the next it was gone. That happens to people, though, and it’s a survivable thing. We lost… Continue Reading “Perfectly Flawed”

Royal

That blue is long gone. That blue that made me put my book down to take a picture. Not of the water or the sky. But of the blue. It was such a blue I thought it might not happen again in my lifetime.… Continue Reading “Royal”

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