Hello from, well not quite a basement out here in the middle of Minnesota, but more so the lobby of a fitness center waiting for my daughters while they have their swimming lesson. Hope this missive finds you and yours doing well, and feeling hearty and hale. And if you’ve got the doldrums or some … Continue reading Learning to Tell Stories in a New Way: Adventures in Reading Middle Grade & Young Adult
Hello from a basement out here in Central Minnesota. Long time, no write/read. How are you? I hope this finds you all doing well, and feeling hearty and hale. I'm writing this in the waning hours of my birthday. Mom's out for a visit, and I took the day off work today and tomorrow. Started … Continue reading Another Trip ‘Round the Sun
Whenever we visit Door County, we make it a point to eat at Wild Tomato, tucking into one of their many innovative creations on their packed patio during pre-COVID times or more recently grabbing a short stack of pizzas and traveling into the deeps of Peninsula State Park to enjoy our slices from paper plates while perched on a bench overlooking Green Bay.
Nostalgia can be a dangerous pool to dabble in, but I do miss the days where a roll of pink tokens ensured the opportunity to try games on the cheap.
I get the chance to know her a little bit better than I do in the hustle and bustle throughout the day.
I feel like an Iggy in a Surf Ninja movie, waxing my board rather than climbing on and carving some waves. I talk a good game, and do just enough to convince myself I'm doing good work [...] Can't rightly be a writer if I don't actually write, can I?
It was lovely birthday, and I'm thankful for the folks I got to spend it with and for the folks who sent kind messages through cards, calls, and texts. I'm also exceedingly grateful for the regular multitude of blessings upon my back, especially for the days I've been allotted to spend topside.
Enjoyed reading Andrei Pechelin’s take on Disco Elysium which offers a perspective of the game through the eyes of someone who grew up in post-Soviet Union Russia.
Saturday evening, for the most part, is pizza night in the ol’ Purdy abode, and last weekend I must’ve ingested the right amount of cheese and peppers and green olives to make for one of most bizarre dreams I’ve ever experienced (that I can remember). I was staying in a mansion of the Xavier Institute … Continue reading Strange Dreams
Ryan L. Purdy 