Of First Fish And Lasting Memories.

A few weeks ago, Nephew Matt texted me a picture of his 6-year-old son, Brody. The boy — fondly referred to as Mini-Matt — was grinning from ear-to-ear as he held onto the lip of a catfish. It was his first catch of the fishing season, Matt boasted, and all I could think of was,…
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Finish What You Start

Of all the seasons, spring was once my least favorite of all. Growing up on the farm, the season after the winter snow melt brought muddy yards, mud-caked boots, and hours upon hours of spring cleaning. Only the spring cleaning I refer to was done with a pitchfork in hand and a manure wagon parked…
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An Unwelcome Invasion

Last week marked the 12th anniversary of my home purchase on a relatively quiet Worthington street, but it wasn’t the turning of the calendar page that reminded me of the occasion. The sudden invasion of those little black and orange bugs — boxelder bugs — were all the reminder I needed. When the sun shines…
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Tappity-Tap-Tap

Procrastinate (proh-kras-tuh-neyt): Meaning to put off until another day or time; to delay. I learned to dislike this trait back when I was a 4-H’er, staying up late the night before a project was to be judged at the Nobles County Fair. Posters — posters about health and safety and youth leadership — those were…
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The Life Of An Addict

Hi! My name is Julie, and I am an addict. I wasn’t quite ready to admit it to myself but, umm, some people in recent months have shined a spotlight on my addiction and called me out. Well, OK, so it was just one person. It was my mom, OK? She was the one. The…
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