Over thirty articles for the Boundary Waters Journal between 1993 and 2005 including "BWCAW Family Journal"
in 2003 that detailed a family canoe trip with her children years earlier and "Ernest Oberholtzer: A Vision of Wilderness" in 2005.
I Saw a Moose Today
illustrated by Brent Spink
Raven Productions, Ely, MN. 2007 (out of print, reprint in 2023)
What's a Wilderness Worth
Dillon Press, Minneapolis. 1978 (Out of print)
Land of Sky Blue Waters (a middle school Minnesota History text)
Dillon Press, Minneapolis. 1977 (Out of print.)
Edited (with Karin Hokkannen)
End of the Road Reader, 1999 and
End of the Road Reader II, 2002: collections of essays, fiction and poetry by northwoods writers published by The Northwoods Writers' Guild
Available through Raven Productions.
"Twelve Ojibwe Moons"
A haiku for each month published in the 2003 Boundary Waters Calendar.
(Raven Productions.)
Bebokwedagiming-Giizis
(Snowshoe Breaking Moon - April)
Snow melts, exposes
rock, and slim green shoots striptease
their brown earth cover.
"After the Funeral" published in Beloved on the Earth: 150 poems of Grief and Gratitude. Holy Cow Press, Duluth, 2009. Ed: Jim Perlman, Deborah Cooper, Mara Hart & Pamela Mittlefehdt.
"Final Vow" a winner of Lake Superior Writers and the Duluth Symphony Orchestra "In the Name of Love" contest 2003.
Final Vow
I'll walk you to the door, Love, there
we kissed once. "Nevermore."
Hold tight my hand, we dare
the raven's taunt that rasps the air,
a knell, a fact, not metaphor.
I'll walk you to the doer, Love, there
linger, reminisce on time-bound years we share.
Your eyes are blank, you've lost our lore.
Hold tight my hand we dare
traverse the brambly night of barbed despair.
Hope in vain we battledore.
I'll walk you to the door, Love, there
to say farewell. Death won't forbear,
decrees we part, Love, evermore.
Hold tight my hand, we dare
resist. The door! Charon waits his fare-
don't enter yet. Stay, I implore
hold tight my hand. We dare....
I'll walk you to the door, Love. There....
"Sunday Morning," a Third Place Winner of the international Dancing Poetry Festival 2007 in San Francisco.
Part of the 2014 Noteworthy Performance of music and poetry sponsored by the Duluth Poet Laureate and Lake Superiors Writers.
"Winter Moon" and "Twin Flowers," The Talking Stick, vol. 29, Jackpine Writers' Bloc.
"The Chickadee (For Emily and Clay, a sonnet in honor of their marriage)", Minnesota Voices, April 2020.
"Inheritance," Family, vol. 2. Published by The Poet. July, 2022
"Mutation," Furrows: Deep Earth Collections, vol. 2, Green Ink Poetry. 2022
"Mid-winter," Talking Stick 32. Sept. 2023
"Insight" Talking Stick 32. Sept. 2023
"Haiku," Talking Stick 33. Sept 2024
"Among the Wild Roses," Synkroniciti vol 5 # 1. Winter 2023
"Conundrum," Synkroniciti vol 7 #1. Winter 2025
"Beneath the Sod," Honorable mention, Prairie Prose Poetry Contest.
The Guilded Weathervane. Spring 2026.
From "The View From Brunhilde's Rock: Envisioning a Landscape," End of the Road Reader, (Northwoods Writers Guild)
The outcropping of granite rock rises some thirty feet above the marsh and has a diameter across the top of seventy-five to a hundred feet.
On cold winter days you can hunker down near the top of the protected south side of the rock, and even though the winter sun draws a low arc across the south horizon,
the sun warms you on Brunhilde's rock.
The landscape visible to the south of Brunhilde's rock is grassy marsh extending east and west...A small stream meanders the length of the marsh.
In the winter the indentations of our snowshoe trail are visible along the frozen course of the stream.... I turn and face the north side...a shear drop thirty feet
down to the forest floor where anemone and star flowers blossom beneath pine and spruce trees...............................................................
A purple finch, proudly decked for mating, sits in the tip top of a spruce and serenades me beautifully....
For nearly three decades I walked the woodlands of northeastern Minnesota and paddled across its waters, and more and more I wanted to claim this landscape as my own.
So I bought a piece of land, and now here I sit on Brunhilde's Rock. I have paid my money and it is mine. On a mid-summer's day I sit imbibing the scene; there seem
to be others on my rock, and they are laughing at me. The forest has grown much older. The one hundred-year old white pines scattered among the red pines are yearlings
in comparison to the mammoth whites spreading their branches across the sky of my mind's eye..............................................
The ethereal presences sharing my rock take shape in my mind. They are clothed in skins and have the look of Native Americans....Their laughter
increases as they mouth the clumsy word "Brunhilde."....It floats from their mouths and bobbles ridiculously in the air....They contemptuously spit out the alien
word I have given their rock, their landscape, and turn and pay homage to the bear walking below...."
"Footprints," Talking Stick, vol. 30. Jackpine Writers' Bloc, Inc, 2021
https://alzheimerscaregiver.wordpress.com describes the issues dealt with as she and her husband faced his Alzheimer's disease and she was the caregiver.
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