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Mary Friedel-Hunt


Mary Friedel-Hunt, MA LCSW, is a freelance writer and psychotherapist
in the Madison area.She can be reached at This e-mail address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it.
or P.O. Box 1036, Spring Green, WI 53588.

Celebrate small-town life
By Mary Friedel-Hunt

Yesterday was a fun-filled day in Spring Green. While many people were working to make lives easier and safer, driving home from a gathering or doing yard work, many of us in Spring Green were attending an all-day BeatlesFest at the local general store. You see, behind this popular store and cafe, there is a huge yard with great shade trees. The back porch of the store becomes a stage and families gather to hear local musicians sing Beatles songs for eight hours. Oh, we

Tuesday, September 06, 2011 1:47 PM
Our interior world
By Mary Friedel-Hunt

A dark cloudy morning is upon me, and it feels good. I enjoy it when the sun hides behind a layer of clouds, when rain threatens, and cool air moves into the valley. It reflects a big part of who I am these days. I like to curl up with a book and hot coffee, write a column, or just sit quietly, dog on lap — all 74 pounds. When the atmosphere hugs me with a gray blanket, I tend to spend time focused on my interior world.
Most of us spend way too much time focused “out there.” Jobs, people, events, trips, shopping,

Tuesday, August 30, 2011 11:00 AM | Updated ( Tuesday, August 30, 2011 11:01 AM )
It is within us
By Mary Friedel-Hunt

It is Sunday and it is hot. I took the dog for a walk at 11 a.m., thinking it would not have heated up yet. But alas, the humidity and the temperatures drove both of us back home to the comfort of our air-conditioned house. I hear people complaining about the heat and in the winter we complain about the cold. In the spring we complain about the rain and mud. I rarely hear people complain about autumn except to mention that winter follows in its tracks.
Autumn is perfect as far as I am concerned. Flowers are still blooming. Trees are in full color. The

Tuesday, August 23, 2011 3:54 PM
A moment in time
By Mary Friedel-Hunt

So there we sat, about 10 of us at 11:30 p.m. on a warm Saturday night in August. Some drank lemonade while others enjoyed a gin and tonic as we chatted quietly and watched an unusual plant open. The night-blooming cereus begins to open its blooms once a year at about 9:30 p.m. on an August evening. This friend’s plant had five blossoms this year and the fragrance, delicate and unique, filled the room.
Since it is not entirely clear just when the flowers will open, we were put on alert for a

Tuesday, August 16, 2011 1:29 PM | Updated ( Tuesday, August 16, 2011 1:38 PM )
Our beautiful state
By Mary Friedel-Hunt

I took a long drive today through the hills that surround our town. The trees are full and deep green. Cows were grazing peacefully in meadows. The corn is taller than I am. Flowers grace the farmhouse porches and the sun highlights the fields.
There is absolutely nothing like driving the hills here in our glorious state. Bill and I lived in Ouray, Colo., for four years. Now that is a magnificent area. Our town was surrounded by “fourteeners” (mountain peaks over 14,000 feet high) and hiking in those mountains was exhilarating. I have

Tuesday, August 09, 2011 2:53 PM
The world of politics
By Mary Friedel-Hunt

I am writing this column at the end of July, a few days before the Aug. 2 deadline to raise the debt ceiling. I don’t know about you, but I have had to turn off the news so many times in the past weeks that I finally just avoided turning it on. Listening to newsmen and -women talk all at the same time drives me crazy. I do not know how they think we can comprehend whatever it is they are trying to communicate. Our elected officials in Washington, all of them, have certainly failed the test as far as I am concerned. Too many are not role models for our youth and many are

Tuesday, August 02, 2011 10:37 AM
Our amazing bodies
By Mary Friedel-Hunt

I am amazed, always amazed, about the body’s ability to heal. In the past year I have broken two fingers, torn my shoulder, had the flu, and am now just recovering from pneumonia. I know that caregiving has worn me down, making me susceptible to anything that comes along. For someone who is never sick or has any complaints to speak of, it has been a wicked 15 months.
But, I must say, that my body, worn out as it is, has bounced back every time with very little intervention. I saw the same phenomena when Bentley decided that a razor blade would be a

Tuesday, July 26, 2011 10:35 AM
Time is all we have
By Mary Friedel-Hunt

July 19 already? Now how did that happen? Fall clothes are already in the stores, school supplies fill the shelves and those who are heading off to college for the first time are getting closer to saying goodbye to parents who have mixed feelings about sending their kids out into the big world. It won’t be long before we see Halloween items in store windows.
Why does summer seem to fly by when winter months drag on and on? I would guess it is because we are so busy running about to various events and trips in the summer. Suddenly we

Tuesday, July 19, 2011 10:52 AM
Trees are amazing
By Mary Friedel-Hunt

There is nothing like a weeping willow tree. Some people think they are dirty because they drop branches and leaves and their roots get twisted around water pipes or break up the foundations. They can grow up to 10 feet a year with roots spreading out to a distance equal to their 35-foot height. The weeping willow is a lovely tree. But then, I am a tree nut. A neighbor had a 50-foot tree cut down because it was dirty. She said it dropped branches and leaves all over the ground. I offered to clean those up but down came the tree.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011 11:05 AM
To garden or not to garden
By Mary Friedel-Hunt

The hydrangea has grown 3 to 4 feet in the last month. They are amazing. By the end of July, they will be taller than I am. The same is happening with my hibiscus as they grow and prepare to put forth huge red plate-shaped blossoms. My friend planted a lot of hosta and ferns in the shady part of my garden and all in all Mother Nature is doing her thing in my yard.
I am not a gardener. I wish I was, but working in the hot sun as mosquitoes buzz in my ears is no delight to me. The plants were, for the most part, planted by someone else and I do only a small amount of work out there to keep things going. I so admire those who have a passion for

Tuesday, June 28, 2011 10:13 AM

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