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.
We listened to the rustle of grasses, the leaves in the trees, the distant traffic. But after a few days I realised there was no birdsong.
What a clever quirky Minnesotan Prince was. Lest we forget.
Stearns County and the whole of Minnesota are a hunting ground for vintage items and antiques.
Let in, let out, let go, let be.
We live in media-rich times, but streaming services don’t compare to summer nights at the 10-Hi.
Stearns County is preparing for its 25th annual Lake Wobegon Trail Caramel Roll, Lady Slipper, and Caramel Apple bike rides.
I’d forgotten about hat hair.
Ick is the new ish.
When my sister turned 70 she wanted to shake things up. Have adventures. So she took up dumpster diving.
Residents of Fishers, Indiana resorted to signs to divert covert lawn poopers.
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!
