Readers send me the neatest gifts. Have also been given maple syrup, raspberry preserves, a vintage plumb bob, the carburetor for a 1951 International pickup, and a box of 30-06 shells.
Just spent a week creating and performing with a fascinating batch of artists, famous and not. It was an invigorating, challenging, uplifting, disorienting (in the best sense) experience. Now they have scattered around the world, leaving their work to echo where it will. The experience highlights my appreciation for the photo above, taken a couple…View post
I’m tickled with how this discussion begins; the reader admitting she was assigned my book in grad school and “I didn’t enjoy it.” Then another story unfolds… I’ve been doing this for decades and continue to be caught off guard by how kind, thoughtful, and reflective readers can be, and how they give authors their…View post
Mom faithfully trucked us to and from the Chetek library. I met my wife in the Fall Creek library. And one day back in the late 1980s when I realized I wanted to be a writer but didn’t know where to begin, I went to the Library in Eau Claire and checked out my first…View post
I can write about autumnal leaves or the harvest of squash and pumpkins stacked down there in the shed or all our canned tomatoes, and I can write about art and song and literature, but also at the end of the day one of our little family businesses is me trying to sell things I…View post