Category Archives: Blog Archive

  Most of you don’t know that, in addition to working as a full-time District Court Judge, writing novels, running a blog, working with Boy Scouts and confirmation-age kids, and being a dad and husband, I also teach. At UWS. … Continue reading →

I was off work on a mental health sabbatical. Those of you who follow this blog know why. ‘Nuff said. My dad and I together have a parcel of 135 acres (give or take) out in Fredenberg Township, the place … Continue reading →

It’s now ingrained, a habit. Every morning I get up as soon as my tired bones let me rise from that soft warmth I occupy in bed beside my loving wife and I pad my way in stocking feet down … Continue reading →

  OK. So the photo I’m using in this blog isn’t really from today, New Year’s Day 2012. It’s a shot taken of the field around our house from a week or so ago: You know, the last time we … Continue reading →

Dr. Paul G. Theobold the Dean, School of Education, Woods Beal Endowed Chair, and chair, Department of Social and Psychological Foundations of Education, Buffalo State College, had his assistant, Ms. Cynthina Anthony, ask whether I would be willing to allow … Continue reading →

  This week was one of mild disappointment. There, I said it. I released the anxiety and the minor upset and the bitter taste that sits in your mouth after you’ve tried for something and, through no fault of your … Continue reading →

  I’ve done the Festival of Trees (FOT), an event sponsored by the Junior League of Duluth, ever since I became a published author. My first novel, The Legacy was published by Savage Press of Superior, WI in October of … Continue reading →

In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place: and in the sky The larks still bravely singing fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the dead: Short days ago, We … Continue reading →

When you’re nearly 84 and your doctor tells you, “Sorry, Harry, but you’re not going to be able to go” a few days before a scheduled hunting trip with your son, two of your grandsons, and your lifelong buddy, well, … Continue reading →

                  There are no ring-necked pheasants in northeastern Minnesota. Never were. It’s too cold, too filled with predators, too dangerous a place for a bird so colorful. And yet, there he is, … Continue reading →