Jolene’s Bathroom Habits
It was a bathroom sort of week here, in that way that the entire universe can fit in a small...
Writing a Letter About Books and Ordinary Days.
Here on the high desert prairie, the grasses are a flat dry tan, and we won't see green again all...
Jolene’s Teen Angst and Roller Derby Bravado
Saints preserve us. This weekend, Jolene is having her friend, Tachi, sleep over. I'll believe the sleep part when I...
We Were a Viking Family Long Before Jolene
The Viking Princess costume's debut 30 years ago. I usually write about living things, but today...
The American Kennel Club Warns Me About Jolene
You know when you catch a toe and you have a little stumble and try to right yourself. Suddenly, you’re...
Tug of War: Jolene and I Ponder Our Options.
I have a too-cute collection of plush dog toys Jolene thinks are silly and beneath her. I understand; I didn't...
Jolene Has Lacey Bloomers
Jolene is changing faster than the fall colors. It isn't just that she's grown lacey bloomers on her backside. Sometimes...
A Love Letter to a Tree and a Hero
My farm has a cathedral. It started as a tiny chapel, one of five deciduous trees on my prairie farm....
Not the Job I Want for Jolene
Jolene tilts her head when she listens. Like Nipper, the phonograph-listening RCA dog, she focuses with intense concentration, adjusting her...
Building Confidence: Scentwork With Jolene, Acknowledgment for Mister
I don't recognize this young dog of mine. She doesn't care, except that I'm such an old fart. Here's the...
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