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Two narrow photos of eyes, brown and hazel, belonging to two girls who live in this house. A photo of two street signs, taken by my best friend, at the intersection of Joy St. and Mt. Vernon St. (points to those who can name the city) A 2/3 eaten box of Oreos, hidden under a … Continue reading Observed this morning from the desk at which I sit

1.”Is everything really $2/bag?” “Yes. It’s Bag Day. Except for the clothes from the Finer Boutique.” “How much are the clothes from the Finer Boutique?” “$5/bag.” 2. An elderly man pulling one carefully folded men’s T-shirt after another from the bottom of a stack, shaking it out, staring at it, and tossing it to the … Continue reading Seen this morning at the Annunciation School's $2/Bag Rummage Sale

I came out of my house yesterday with two dogs and a big “For Rent” sign. The dogs, knowing they were on their way to the dog park, streaked to the car and jumped and panted at the backseat door. I opened the door and they leaped in, wild to get going. (Is there anything … Continue reading Looking for a Home

I’m spending the day going through the ratpile that is my office. It stands in marked contrast to the orderly rest of the house. A psychologist would probably find this marked contrast interesting, but we won’t go there. In the many piles of papers and books are journals from the few years I kept one, … Continue reading I'll See You in Heaven

That your nose hairs freeze the second you walk outside. That you cough uncontrollably the second you walk outside. That your booted, double-socked toes are continually stubbed as you kick repeatedly at frozen dog turds while on poop patrol. That you have to hunch down to the level of the steering wheel in order to … Continue reading A few of the things that are difficult when you live in a place where it's -11 degrees at 9:25 a.m.

Do I love weekend breakfasts? Yes. Huge greasy weekend late morning/early afternoon breakfasts of eggs and pancakes and bacon and toast and coffee? Yes. Do I live in Minneapolis? Yes. Have I lived here for twenty years? Yes. Had I ever been to the Band Box Diner, at 729 S. Tenth St. in Minneapolis? Not … Continue reading The Band Box Diner in Minneapolis, Minnesota

Praise to the airport dog park. Praise to its winter marsh and blue snow and wide white slopes. Praise to its dark branches reaching skyward. Praise to the roaring birds of jets, ascending and alighting. Praise to the large woman with the high fretting voice, calling her dogs over and over, calling them that they, … Continue reading Praise to the Airport Dog Park