PRAIRIE FARE Are You at Risk for Osteoporosis?
When my older daughter was about 18 months old, she broke her leg in an unfortunate indoor collision with an older child at day care. While her tiny hot-pink cast did make quite a fashion statement, t... Posted on 3/19/15 at 10:58 AM
I admired some blooming tulips and crocuses on my way home from work. Inspired by these signs of spring, I decided to check whether my perennial plants survived the long winter. My lilies were poking their green sprouts out of the ground victoriously.
“Should I put it in this bowl or that bowl?” my 13-year-old son asked.
“Add to this bowl,” I replied, pointing at the stainless steel mixing bowl.
“Are you sure? You’re not talking about that bowl, are you?” he asked with a grin.
“Water! Water! Who wants some water?” the young man called out.
At first, I thought he was making a joke. I looked up from tying a sandbag among the millions of sandbags being used to fight rising floodwater.
“We have too much water already!” I thought to myself.
We had been warned to stock up on groceries because a blizzard was in the weather forecast, right in the middle of an epic flood. The grocery store was packed with people, all with well-earned weary expressions on their faces.
I just looked out my office window at sheets of blowing snow. I’m blocks from a rising river being held back by millions of pounds of sandbags put in place by thousands of volunteers in North Dakota and Minnesota.
Years ago, before a husband and three children were part of my daily life, I took various community education cooking and baking classes. I learned to decorate cakes, cook Italian food and make various soups. I had a lot of fun in the process.
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