Hence, FourthEyebrows raised at the news, they respondwith exclamation points in their throats.Unspoken better-you-than-me’s minglewith prejudices uttered weeks before.“Yeah, we need a van,” I say, addressingthe most obvious of the changes to come.“So if you know anyone selling, let me know.”But I’m not sure they hear: They silently questionour sanity,…
I’ve found the elm tree. I’m embarrassed to admit that for the 12+ years that we’ve lived here, I’d assumed the trunk one step in front of the brush-line was another sweetgum. In my defense, the trunks do look similar: straight, tall, with rough, gray-brown bark. But I’d failed to…
I’m sitting in the sun on my leaf-littered deck on a glorious autumn afternoon. The baby — wait! Toddler! Sixteen months tomorrow— is sleeping. Waiting for me inside, I have a laundry list as long as my LulaRoe adorned leg. Halloween costumes to complete, supper to start in the crockpot,…
“Where did it come from?” It’s probably one of the most common questions artists get asked about their work. Though as common as it might be, it would be easier to explain to a preschooler where babies come from.
As Hurricane Matthew taunts the coast, October has broken into autumnal wet with white skies above. This morning, there were no picturesque sunrise photos to be captured. Everything has been blurred by rain, mostly misting: too fine to be stopped by an umbrella, too much to go without a jacket. …