Heart Song, City Song

Eighteen years is a long time. It’s enough time to mature from infant to adult, for edges to lose their sharpness and dull to the touch. Photographs fade and colors mute, losing their urgency, something belonging not to the moment, but to the past, tinted with nostalgia. Things shift, break apart, decompose–reduced to skeleton pieces;…

A Tale of Two Fourths

As a kid, I used to look up into an inky sky and watch fireworks explode over my neighborhood. This was the 70s. There were no town-funded displays, it was the family down the block whose Dad knew a guy who knew a guy. The backyards weren’t yet fenced off and  the street was one,…

The Absolutely True Story of Our Family Holiday Card

Some people are really good at gifts, a knack for finding that perfect something. Others love to bake…hundreds of melty snowmen cookies and cute little Santas made from tiny pieces of dried fruit which must be cut with nail scissors they’re so small. I have a good friend (you know who you are) who makes…

Memory Keepers

My kids, like most, have memories like a steel trap. Remember that time you promised us ice cream and then we didn’t get any? You mean the time your brother was running 104 temperature and we were trying to get him to the hospital, that time??? I dunno, maybe. But you still owe us an…