Category Archives: life

…part two… From downtown I drove west, up First Ave. toward River Road. This route always takes me past the street with the house where my dad was born. It’s the home we all, in a sense, came from — … Continue reading →

The day had turned hot. Inside, a sign directed visitors up steep brick stairs. I took a breath and proceeded, my fingers skimming the handrail. People came into view on the floor above. They milled about or sat on a … Continue reading →

Summer has been waxing, and now begins to wane. Strange how that happens — right at the peak of fullness, all desire come to blossom, endings begin. It was always a blow, during childhood, when they started playing back to … Continue reading →

My son has given a grape plant a home in our back yard. Can you guess what it’s latching onto? My left knee has been feeling its age, I suppose, and complaining to me about it. Our chiropractor examined it … Continue reading →

I was the kid who needed glasses the first month of second grade. I wore blue frames with three tiny flowers at each temple. After my brother and I were hit by a 1965 Mustang, I got replacement blue-framed spectacles … Continue reading →

This day in the, oh, the near-magic of being (or having been imagined, or remembered), I am watered and young and full. Air curls sweet tails and tales around my strides and the rain has stopped and, though the fat … Continue reading →