WHERE THE LOVE OF GOD GOES: The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald

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Does anyone know where the love of God goes When the waves turn the minutes to hours…--Gordon Lightfoot, “The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald” It was circa July 1973, and my husband and I—young, free-wheeling and in love, with more dreams than experience—embarked on a driving trip through upper Michigan.  We’d never been much farther north than Lansing at that point.  We pitched a tent along the way, getting to know Grayling and Mio, the Au Sable River and the Traverse City wine country, fi … [Read more...]

BITTERSWEET NOSTALGIA

Time flies.  I’m loathe to launch my new blog—to which I hope thoughtful readers might turn for a smile or a spot of news—with a cliché. Were I in my 20s (or even my early 30s) with a smaller stash of memories and a longer lifeline looming ahead, I might abandon the truism altogether.Fact is, though, time’s a wastin’. I have wanted to write but have put it off for countless reasons: teaching children to read; going to church; working overtime; watching Jeopardy to get pointers so I can win a … [Read more...]


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