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Getting Started

I was born in a hospital established in 1869 by the Sisters of Mercy on Marquette Street in Davenport, Iowa. Marquette was one of the first streets laid out by city founder Antoine Le Claire. I attended Kindergarten at Thomas … Continue reading

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Friday in Spring

Fridays in Spring I soil-block for a farmer. Yesterday I made 4,944 soil blocks which were planted in winter share. Leeks, broccoli and the like. It took four hours. While driving north on Highway One I nodded off for a … Continue reading

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In Fractions of an Inch

A couple of weeks ago our association held a community cleanup. We own a well, a wastewater treatment plant, two vacant lots, 25 acres of woods, roads, and sundry open spaces which require attention from time to time. Teams policed … Continue reading

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Nuts! I’m Moving to Minnesota

The political, social and economic environment in Iowa deteriorated substantially over the last few years. What I mean is the 87th Iowa General Assembly was a pisser. What’s a person to do? First thought was to chuck it all and … Continue reading

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Foundation for Writing

When the Catholic Church built the new school, seventh and eighth graders were segregated from friends with whom we had been growing up. A group of us were mixed together in an advanced program for college bound students as a … Continue reading

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Back to the Garden

No food is more local than a kitchen garden. I’ve got to get moving on mine after a late spring. Everyone was in a good mood at the farms when I soil blocked Friday and Sunday. My farmer friends caught … Continue reading

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A Sense of Place

Hearing the laughter of children; seeing wildlife in the backyard; digging dirt turned to soil by one’s hands; feeling a breeze, getting frostbite, dancing in the rain, watering a garden with our own sweat. They make a place if we … Continue reading

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