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Page 24Mary Ellen Ryall, Minong, St. Croix <strong>Writers</strong>By Valerie J. DownesMary Ellen Ryall is a member ofthe St Croix <strong>Writers</strong>' Group in SolonSprings. She is an award-winningwriter, photographer, Monarch butterflyadvocate, certified food safetyeducator, and popular speaker.Tribal College Journal, publishedby the American Indian Higher EducationConsortium, presented MaryEllen with a Creative WritingAward. Her winning article,"Conquering the Dream Killers,"was published in the Fall <strong>2005</strong> issue.In this creative non-fiction piece, theauthor tells of her conquest of fear,doubt, worry, and guilt in order tosuccessfully complete her goal ofearning a degree at Lac CourteOreilles Ojibwa Community College.However, before she could geton her road, she had to learn how todrive when she was 53 years old.The college published three of hernature articles illustrated with photosin an online anthology, Seeing BeyondOurselves.Her articles and photos concerningthe lives and activities of seniorcitizens have appeared in regionalnewspapers. Mary Ellen's interest inseniors was sparked when shemoved next door to the Senior CitizenCenter in Minong. She teachesTai chi, presents programs on hervarious interests, and uses her mastergardener knowledge.Using her expertise as a foodsafety educator, Mary Ellen has developedHappy Tonics(www.happytonics.org), an onlineorganization through which she promotesbiodiversity and educatesabout the dangers of genetically engineeredcrops and the plight of theMonarch butterfly. She offers programson food safety issues, plantidentification, and nutrition. Her specialconcern is building awareness ofthe importance of milkweed in preservationof the Monarch.As a young woman, Mary Ellenlived in Peru among the QuechuaIndians, becoming aware of discoveringethnobotany, which helpedform her life's work. Her passion ledto continued studies with indigenouspeople. She honed her writing skillsand developed her photographicskills so she could show as well aswrite about dangers to the naturalworld. Her struggles have lead to anintegrated exciting life promotingthe health of our planet. She is currentlywriting a hyperlink text courseon herbology using photographs toillustrate her points. #(Homecoming, continued)"Easy for you to say," Max shot back. "Today's thequalifying round for the tournament. If I miss today I'mout. Why'd they have to pick today to show up after allthis time?""Mike wants us to meet Kyra and our granddaughter.You know that. They only have the one night beforethey have to fly on.""They could have come last year, or the year beforethat, or Friday, or Sunday.""No, they couldn't, and you know it. They closed onthe sale of their house Friday and Mike has to be in Bostonfor the start of classes on Monday. You know theygave Mike a break, allowing him to show up late Monday.Why can't you give him a break? He's our onlyson." The edge in Jillian's voice showed."Why did he have to leave <strong>Wisconsin</strong> in the firstplace?" Max grumbled. "He hasn't been back once infour years, then getting married without letting us knowuntil it was done. I thought we were closer than that.""Let it go, Max. He's coming today. We'll finally meetKyra and Michelle. We have a granddaughter, Max.Imagine that."Max finished his second cup of coffee, slammed themug on the kitchen table, and went out to fire up theJohn Deere. There was a lot of grass to cut.Jillian rushed to greet them as they came out of the jetway. Max held back, scowling, arms crossed firmly.They could darn well come to him, he thought. Mikelooked uncertainly at his father. But Jillian and Kyrawere hugging and crying happy tears."Let me see my granddaughter," she said, taking asleepy Michelle from her mother, cooing and kissing thetiny baby.Mike walked slowly to Max and put his arms aroundhim. "It's been too long, Dad."Max relaxed a bit and returned the hug. "Don't make itso long next time.""I won't, Dad. I won't," Mike said softly.Later that night after Kyra and Mike had gone to bed,Max and Jillian stood together looking into the crib at asleeping Michelle."She's beautiful," Jillian whispered.Max tightened his arm around his wife. "I'm glad I gotout of bed that morning, Jillian, and I always will be."He didn't see the tear trickle down her smiling face. #

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