So I guess it’s my birthday.

I turned 47 yesterday. This is not, by the way, meant to be a big announcement of my birthday, although I suppose it kind of seems that way. Gifts completely optional, I promise. If you are (much) younger than this, you might automatically assume this means I’ve got my adult act together. Ha. This is actually …

Town Meets Countryside.

I live in Buffalo, Minnesota, a community of about 15,000 people that’s a short drive to the suburbs of Minneapolis. I don’t consider Buffalo a suburb in the true sense, however; it’s a town with a long history and its own personality. And from our home, we can see horses, cows (both dairy and beef), and fields …

The Heart of the Family Farm.

A week or so, I had the most vivid dream about my Grandma Anderson – or Grandma Inez (pronounced “Eye-niss”), as all of us grandkids called her. She passed away when I was 19, but I had many years of memory-making with her. Although my grandparents lived on their farm over two hours from me, …

Sunday Night Rituals.

Sunday nights almost always mean two things to my family: 1) Dairy Queen Blizzards for the boys. Oreo for Joe and peanut butter cups for Teacher Man. Always. Sometimes a Blizzard for me, too, but sometimes not – depends totally on what I feel like. And if I do have a Blizzard, I am the …

So I guess it’s my birthday.

I’m 47 today. This is not, by the way, meant to be a big announcement of my birthday, although I suppose it kind of seems that way. Gifts completely optional, I promise. If you are (much) younger than this, you might automatically assume this means I’ve got my adult act together. Ha. This is actually quite …