He turned stiffly and with great caution. He meted out portions of his day with a butter knife grimacing as he did. He was an old man well before he’d earned it in years. But being an old man was… Read More ›
I remember it’s the end of April and think back four years ago, when we came back from Germany.
Lily practices the piano with her teacher on FaceTime and asks if he can teach her the song River, by Joni Mitchell.
How the days unfurled unexpected and just hung there in the light.
It is way too early in this thing for me to be getting irritable with my kids while we’re stuck at home.
I looked up images expecting to see something from Alien.
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 ›
That was the first time I realized that just because you put something in print doesn’t make it any better than it was from the start.