Greetings from a basement out here in the middle of Minnesota. I trust and hope this missive finds you and yours doing well, and remaining ever hearty and hale. Audrey and the kids are over in Wisconsin visiting her folks, so it’s just me and the animals for the weekend. Last night was the final … Continue reading The Final Curtain
Greetings from a basement out here in the middle of middle of Minnesota. I hope this missive finds you and yours feeling hearty and hale, and enjoying the heck out of your Saturday evening. Currently, Audrey and the girls are out shopping with her mom, George is sleeping upstairs, and I’m watching the 90s era … Continue reading In Celebration of ERP!
Greetings from a basement out here in the middle of Minnesota. I hope this missive finds you feeling hearty and hale. I’m a couple days late on the weekly post, but I still wanted to publish to help me maintain the building of a regular writing routine. Hit a brief hiccup in writing output this … Continue reading To Every Season
Greetings from a basement out here in the middle of Minnesota! I hope this missive finds you hearty and hale! A beast of a snowstorm took up residence in our neck of the woods for the first half of the week, becoming increasingly annoying with the amount of snow it dropped in such a short … Continue reading Oh Snow You Didn’t!
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
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.
Ryan L. Purdy 