It’s true. I’ve been a Minnesotan for over a year now, survived a winter even the natives are calling “brutal” and, in case you’re wondering, I’ve not yet adopted the dialect… dontcha know. I’m working on a post where I’ll talk about all the things I’ve learned this last year: the differences between city folk… Read More One year, one week, two days and eight hours ago… we moved. Also, results from our birthday poll!
I have a fantasy that one day I will work among adults who do not celebrate their birthdays. It’s not that I deny I’m getting older (still alive at 55). It’s just that I’m an adult now and frankly, it seems a little silly. Living one more year isn’t that big of an accomplishment. Most… Read More Singing the Birthday Blues… and no, it’s not my birthday