My father died in the early hours of an otherwise ordinary, August day. As his body lay still, no longer hostage to late summer stickiness or mosquito whine, I was three states and a thousand thoughts and moments away. As the last thread binding him to me, to us, to this place and time finally…
Tag: memoir
The Art of Kissing
He had a Levi’s denim jacket he wore over a plain, white tee-shirt when he rode his dirt bike in the woods behind his house. Back then the woods went on forever, emerald green and pine scented, thick layers of spongy needles under your soles muffling sounds of mischief. He may have ridden his Yamaha on…
Another Brick in the Wall
In August I sent off a creative non-fiction entry to Hippocampus Magazine in response to their Remember November contest. Though it didn’t make the final five, I was thrilled to find out that Another Brick in the Wall, had made it to the semi-final round of 11 and bonus…Hippocampus wanted to publish the piece in its January…
All I Want For Christmas
Each December, my husband hefts a fir-tree over his left shoulder and carries it home. The last two Yuletides it has been wet and miserable, sideways wind and rain, yet he has done it anyway. We live in an area that offers free delivery of the Douglas Fir or Norwegian Spruce of your choice, yet he…
Wine and Cheese (Doodles) 