Tuesday, September 1, 2009 Posted in Personal
I thought of her with every blueberry I picked. Every sound of the loons talking back and forth. She was with me as I hiked the portages with a heavy pack on my back. As I enjoyed s’mores every night. And at every campsite, as I found perfect rocks for her to sit on and...
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Thursday, August 14, 2008 Posted in Personal
It was August 12, 2004, and it was to be the first day of our annual family Boundary Waters Canoe trip. Instead of heading north however, I was speaking in front of 700 people at my mom’s funeral. Instead of paddling on the clean water dreaming about smores over the campfire, I was kissing my...
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