columns

What can we as father's do with our remaining years? We can't turn back the clock. Any and all missed opportunities cannot be reclaimed.

I stare out the window of my writing studio, surrounded by trees, and my eyes slowly focus on the leaves. Oak leaves, birch leaves, popple leaves, the tubular needles of red pines and white pines and spruce. All the leaves. Good Lord, there are thousands of them, millions perhaps,...

It's summertime, and the living is easy. Or so the lyrics of an old song go. Finally, finally, finally - summer has arrived. My wife often comments that she moved to Pine River five years ago to get away from the cold, wet weather of spring in Duluth-Superior. This year, April and...

The old farmhouse sat out in the middle of nowhere. Weeds and high grass surrounded the old building that was now devoid of paint and missing most of its windows. The doors were missing and a rusted, long-handled water pump sat just outside the porch door. I was hunting pheasants...