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  • My Big Sister

    The early reader book was one he seemed to like. In part because it was repetitive with pictures so he could read it. He loved it in part because he had a big sister. He flipped through the book reading, “My big sister likes to sing.  My big sister likes to cook. My big sister…

  • Come Have Breakfast

    My favorite resurrection story is the one in which Jesus makes breakfast over a charcoal fire on the beach. He cooks up some fish and calls out to his guys in their boats, “Come Have Breakfast.” They come ashore and taste the love Jesus has for them one more time. I read this story from the…

  • Stumped

    On Father’s Day Tim and I took a walk down at the end of Duluth’s Park Point by the municipal airport. The dirt trail is lined with tall pine trees, wild roses and plenty of poison ivy. Toward the end of the trail we cut down to the beach of Lake Superior. We wanted to…

  • The Portage Home

    The Saturday morning of Memorial Day Weekend well over 100 of us gathered at the Park Point Beach House to celebrate the life of Mark Ham. Mark and his wife, Cathie, would often row early in the morning just off the shore where we gathered on the beach. When I first spoke with Cathie, she…

  • Life Jackets

    We’ve been doing a lot of work on our 1978 Tartan sailboat recently. We have owned it for 20 years with many great partners over the course of that time. A friend of Tim’s from the Minnetonka Police Department where they both were police officers salvaged her originally. Mark brought her back from North Carolina…

  • Savor or Save?

    One of my favorite memories from a recent trip to Puerto Rico was watching the sun set in Rincon. Rincon is a small town on the far western side of the island. There is a lighthouse and a public beach there. It is a place where surfers spend a lot of time. From a cliff high…

  • Face Jugs

    My morning coffee just tastes better in a certain mug. I have a habit of always using a bright yellow fiesta mug for my first cup of coffee. I hate to admit this but I have become a bit superstitious about it. My husband has caught on and now always pours my coffee into a…

  • When I’m 64

    The answer is 64! It’s 64! These words have become the running joke as Lisa, another paraprofessional, and I coax the middle school boys we work with to do their math problems. Sometimes the answer really is 64, but usually it just brings smiles as they work on their required four pages each day. This…