When I was growing up, I sat at our dining room table and wrote big books with crayon pictures. I wrote stories about girls and cats and snow picnics. I had a thing for the snow picnic, the idea of a basket under a tree, blanket spread out on the snow captured my imagination for [...]
September 10, 2012
Last Sunday, my sister, my thirteen-year old nephew, my fifteen-year old Sadie-girl, and my forty-something-something self, went apple picking. But a man wearing an apron stopped us before we could wander into the sweet humid orchards. Apron-man’s message? We would have to take a hayride and hand over fifteen dollars cash before any picking. No [...]
January 9, 2012
I remember being underneath a Christmas tree staring into the boughs which were spinning. I’d had too much beer. I was at least sixteen. Maybe seventeen and I was at a party. There were no parents around. I made my way home. I walked through snow and found my house, my bed and sleep. The [...]
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March 18, 2013
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