I said hello to Jon and his family, and then there was nothing more to do in this graveyard. Read more.
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We Humans Are Ineffable
People are a little like God. You know who they are, but that “who” can’t be captured or summed up in words. We humans are ineffable. Read more.
Widowed: Where’s My Lead Pony?
A lead pony is the seasoned horse who escorts a anxious racehorse to the gate, exerting a calming presence. I’m widowed. Where’s my lead pony? Read more.
I’m Going to Be a Grandmother — Or Will I Be a Grannie? A Grandma? A Nana?
What shall I call myself? Something tried and true like Grandma, Grannie, Nana, or Grandmother Newhall? Or should I revive one of my childhood nicknames — Bobbie or Fanny? Read more.
Wrestling With God on the Shores of Lake Michigan
At last a chance to read from “Wrestling with God” at the Pentwater, Michigan library. My idea of a good time. Read More
Inside Pentwater’s Antler Bar — A Beer Too Many
I went inside the Antler Bar in Pentwater, Michigan, and there I had one too many. Read more.
My One-Woman Road Trip Begins — Grosse Pointe to Pentwater
I jumped on a plane to Detroit the other day, rented a car, and took off for a twelve-day, one-woman road trip up and down and across my home state. Read more.