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In the weeks before closing on the sale of our house we packed truck-loads full of everything deemed unnecessary and hauled them off to the basements of two close friends. We didn’t know where we would be living or for how long, so the climbing wall went and the...
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Wendy knew the story of Marooner’s Rock. It was named by evil captains who abandoned sailors there. They would drown when the rising tide covered them. * * * Soon after the dinghy was gone, two feeble cries drifted over the...
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I grew in those seasons like corn in the night . . . Henry David Thoreau “At two, they’ve grown to half of their full height,” they doctor tells us as our twin boys wriggle and squiggle through their annual appointment. “It took them two years to grow this much...
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Near the park a block or so from our house, it stands – a golden tree, its black spine and branches posing a stark contrast to the bright blue sky, the shimmering yellow cascade. Walking to pick-up my children from school one day, I pass under and look up...
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(This post originally appeared here last Halloween. It’s one of my favorites, so I thought I’d run it again this year. Enjoy!) It’s rainy and cold and we’re all keyed up and worn out from being trapped indoors for two days by Hurricane...
