It’s a story problem: Nine people plus four cats, divided into a three bedroom house, multiplied by enough special needs to fill a docudrama miniseries. We are so many pieces of flint bumping into each other, sparks flying everywhere. (Or, nine … Continue reading
We walked the woods and I wandered to the spot where we buried someone precious a few years ago. The piece of bark was just laying there, right over the grave. This skin torn off of a living thing, leaving … Continue reading
It is morning and the kids are still quiet in their rooms. Coffee is next to me, steaming. Finn is asleep in my bed, old Gusser is asleep near his feet, and just in case you think the scene is … Continue reading