Writing my third act.
I had one more full day in Texas. And all I wanted to do was to catch a fish, preferably a largemouth bass. Ideally, one that was six pounds or larger. This was my second and last opportunity to catch a Texas bass. Tomorrow, I’d be flying home to the cold late-winter weather of Minneapolis.
Guardian of Basketball Barn
We’d meet at the barn to play basketball any evening we could get out of chores or homework. The weather didn’t matter. In fact, once we played during a blizzard when the winds howled so hard the double doors on the loft blew off and shattered across the snow-covered cornfield. We made it home that night just before drifting snow closed the two-lane country roads.
Lessons in Life from My Boss Mom
Mildred Evans Barzacchini, my mom, is a Boss Mom. Mom died in November 2019 after living 101 rich, full years. But I still think and speak of her in the present tense. That’s the thing about Boss Moms, they will always be with us. And Millie is no exception.
When Duke's Rocked My BBQ World
I brake for BBQ. I travel for BBQ. I’ve been known to plan vacation days around the search for BBQ. I’ve eaten BBQ from the Carolinas and Tennessee to St. Louis and throughout Texas. You get the idea. Yet, never in my wildest dreams did I think I’d find some of the best BBQ I’ve ever eaten just a 10-minute walk from my front door.
About Roy, It's Complicated
I want to share Roy’s story, but it’s complicated. Roy, an 80-pound mastiff mix, joined us as a foster dog in May 2020, in the middle of the pandemic. Roy had been found in rural Tennesse, starving, covered in ticks, and dragging a useless front right leg as a result of a shotgun wound. In Tennessee, they amputated his leg and days later put him on a plane to northern Illinois, where we first met him.
My Zen playlist is a little different. It includes only one artist and features just one composition. It lasts eight hours and twenty-four minutes. Maybe the most unique thing about my Zen playlist is that the first time I listened to it, I experienced it in person, during a live performance.
Snap, Crackle, Ho, Ho, Ho
When it comes to holiday baking, I take the back seat in my family. My mom was the Michelangelo of holiday cookie baking. She and my sister Kay would engage in weekend-long baking marathons in early December, leading to trays and trays of holiday cookies. I remember: