About
On the morning I was born, there was a fresh layer of snow blanketing my native Minneapolis. Disco music flooded the radio. People everywhere were still using typewriters, and no one had ever heard of the word “Facebook.” It was a simpler time.
As a newborn baby, I cried a lot. (Perhaps I had colic.)
Now, more than three decades later, snow still blankets Minnesota six months out of the year. The Bee-Gees don’t get a whole lot of airplay. The vast majority of folks are glued to their computers and smart-phones like bees to a honeysuckle bush.
As a 32-year-old woman, I find myself blogging a lot. (Perhaps I’m an addict.)
Hanging out by a desolate Minnesota highway-side, deep in the throes of winter (2010)
