Join me for a little lunch. Or something. Sometimes.
If you feel you should say something, or don’t know what to say, just say this.
Stearns County is preparing for its 25th annual Lake Wobegon Trail Caramel Roll, Lady Slipper, and Caramel Apple bike rides.
We didn’t have jewels in our family but we had buttons. And Verne Gagne.
I’d forgotten about hat hair.
Ick is the new ish.
She was young, 23 or 24. I told her things would get better. That a new start and making new friends in a new place takes time.
When my sister turned 70 she wanted to shake things up. Have adventures. So she took up dumpster diving.
We pay good money to watch horror movies, when all we have to do is step outside.
Residents of Fishers, Indiana resorted to signs to divert covert lawn poopers.
The truth is out there about the jar of pickles on the side of the road near Des Peres, Missouri.
Meh to the stiletto.
Lena and Mina were my grandmothers – Stearns County, Minnesota women who grew up and raised families in small towns around the Lake Wobegon Trail. Born in the USA, they spoke German and had German accents. As did my parents, who spoke only German until they went to school. As do some of my cousins, who have never lived anywhere but Stearns County. We’re quirky folks, like those in Garrison Keillor’s fictional Stearns town of Lake Wobegon. I’m Laurie Hilsgen, and if you’re reading this, you might be Wobegonian, too. Let’s celebrate our loony ways. Oh ja!
