Lily practices the piano with her teacher on FaceTime and asks if he can teach her the song River, by Joni Mitchell.
Memoir
Spring frost
By the end of March I’d started taking Ginger on daily walks up the trails near my mom’s house in Germany. There were two sets of trails, but I didn’t know what they were called so I referred to one… Read More ›
19
And I thought back to when I was 19, and what I could remember of that: The Cure had released Disintegration and a roommate had the CD.
Count the headlights on the highway
I drove into town to deposit a check around 8, Sunday morning, light fog and no one around.
Days, leaves, light
How the days unfurled unexpected and just hung there in the light.
The virus diaries
In three days Dawn and the kids had eaten three quarts of ice cream and most of the saltines.
The new normal
It was winter’s last gasp with wet snow in the lowlands and more expected in the mountain passes.
Jaw Rest
I looked up images expecting to see something from Alien.
“Between thought and expression there lies a lifetime”
In the early morning before the sun comes up we sit in the dark with a candle and our coffees and ask how the other one slept. Letting the dog out and standing in the fog, hurrying back in beneath… Read More ›
“The things they carried”
It is a small but very precious part of me hanging in our front window.
Bill Pearse 