Day #352: My First Job
My first job was as a page at the Hennepin County Library. The less formal name was “shelver” lest you think I was paid to
My first job was as a page at the Hennepin County Library. The less formal name was “shelver” lest you think I was paid to
I am grateful for this reminder, “The work is never done … and it is always enough.”
I have been watching Jeopardy ever since I was 10 years old. I have an aunt who warns everyone not to call her while Jeopardy’s
I am grateful for the fine journalism and opinion pieces published by MinnPost, an online newspaper which we have been supporting since its inception. For
Poppies for remembrance, for the sacrifice of the military around the world … and their families …
I am grateful to the peacemakers. They are creating the world I want to live in.
Bald eagles make their nest across the street from us. We watch them swoop and soar with the wind currents. I am grateful to the
I am grateful for the bees who are a vital part of the chain of life. I grew up very afraid of them … I
I am grateful for my memory. I keep checking on it and although it doesn’t have the same alacrity it once did, it’s still intact.
A new batch of review books is piling up on my desk. Their topics are irresistible: voting rights, resiliency, the well-researched similarities between humans and