The View From Here

January 31, 2014 § 2 Comments

My view — 12 hours today, 12 hours tomorrow


Wish You Were Here

January 30, 2014 § 4 Comments

I should be wandering around the French Quarter right now, but instead I’m weather delaying, wing deicing, plane refueling, and reluctantly eavesdropping on the woman behind me who wants her husband to know the benefits of eating fish twice a week.



January 29, 2014 § 2 Comments

Clean and drying



Morning Tulips, Morningside, and the Weekly Snapshot

January 28, 2014 § 4 Comments

My beautiful tulips met their maker today, but before they completely passed on, I took some final photographs. Yesterday morning the subtle light was nice for snapping the bouquet from various vantages.

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The Morningside After Dark series is my favorite winter event. Basically, it’s a hip church-basement coffee-house talent-show social. Members of Edina’s creative Morningside community put on a cozy evening of storytelling featuring exceptional writers and musicians. Original tales, essays, and poems were interwoven with live original music, all supplemented with sustenance in the form of homemade baked goods and coffee — always delicious, always in abundance.

Organizers Laurie Lindeen, James Mahoney, and Rebecca Sorenson warmly hosted the show, and Jeff Robertson kept the entertainment flowing seamlessly with his stage direction. Last year I left every event impressed with the kaleidoscope of local talent they gathered, and last night was no different.

And despite the extreme cold, the place was packed. It always is.

First act -- Morningside After Dark

First act — Morningside After Dark

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Last but not least, my photos of the day from January 22-28 (some posted previously, some not):

Nightstand 2014: Week Five

January 27, 2014 § 1 Comment

What I’m reading this week:

Lucky Girls: Stories

Up Above Down Under

January 26, 2014 § 3 Comments

Happy Australia Day from a magical region 9,000 miles northeast of (and 120 degrees colder than) the land of Oz.

I’ve tried to tell myself all day that I’m on a white sandy Australian beach…

…but apparently I’m not

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I didn’t eat any Vegemite today, but I did get a temporary tattoo.

Australian tattoo + flannel shirt = not in Australia

Australia tattoo + flannel shirt = me not in Australia

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With Australia weighing happily on my mind this afternoon, I pulled out stacks of old photos from my excursions Down Under to visit my dear friend Kristen in 2000 and 2004.

These were the days before digital cameras (at least the days before I owned one). Although the quality is marginal, these images bring back heartwarming memories — one visit prior to starting grad school, the other upon graduation; one visit to meet the new boyfriend, the next after their marriage; carefree days spent with my fearless pal who moved to the other side of the world just because she wanted to.

Kristen and her husband and two children live here now, but I still want to jet to the continent that brought me as close to Antarctica as I’m likely to get. Next time I’ll visit Queensland and Ayers Rock. And I’ll head straight back to Tasmania, one of my favorite places on earth. I’ll rent another cottage along the Tasman Sea, write ridiculous stories, gaze at the sunrise, run past the sheep grazing along the shore, and befriend curious, sleepy marsupials.


January 25, 2014 § 5 Comments

I tried to snag this Jennifer Davis piece at the Soo Visual Art Center’s Fundraising Gala, but was cruelly outbid (twice).

Jennifer Davis

Jennifer Davis

Then I was outbid on this Nick Howard pen-and-ink drawing, not just multiple times, but by another person named Camille.

Nick Howard

Nick Howard

So my friend and I mingled and drank and ate and left. It was snowing. The roads were slick. But the sky was (and still is) pretty.

French Meadow

French Meadow

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