Hold on

to snowfall moments. Wear Spring’s damp quilted padding. We don’t need the sky every day of our lives singing the sun like a choir. We don’t need a seat In the sunlight. Lift your face to gray, and feel the tattered patches of snow like wishes falling on your face...

Small breaking

It’s March, but the ice isn’t breaking yet. Yesterday a long ray of sun reached in, woke me to memory. Now evening is one long silence to savor like the moment before you tap the crust of crème brule, just before its small breaking opens to something delicious. But...

Vocations Club

We met on Tuesdays after school with Sister Mary Agnes, the two Mary Lous, Julie, Kay and me to learn about being nuns. The convent sounded good; a room of my own, a single bed, time to think and pray, no fighting over what we’d watch-Bonanza versus Dragnet, or...

Kaleidoscope

Odd, to see the queen of hearts float by the foot of the cellar stairs as water rose and my first thought was to wonder about the other 51, the sodden box for a deck nowhere in sight until three days later when the basement dried to a kaleidoscope of flinty brown,...

Sherpa

Someone has to haul all our crap up hill, make appointments, cancel, reschedule. Make excuses. Cover when the son’s face goes red and blotchy, nose stuffs up. Or, more alarming, he shakes in a warm shower, shakes under the quilt, shakes out the words I’ll be all right...