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June 26, 2013. I had started writing that spring, writing down Dad’s stories. I didn’t know then that they would one day become a book. I had no plan for that. I had no idea. It unfolded, one day at a time, page by page. Our time together at the cabin on Washington...
The Callback

The Callback

I want to hold on to this day, the hours within it, the moments as they unfold, reminding me of days spent in the golden wheat fields of my childhood. I would lie in tall grass, my face up to a ceiling of amorphous clouds, white against blue, transparent and opaque,...
Sourdough and Sweet Tomatoes

Sourdough and Sweet Tomatoes

I walked by a parking lot this morning and remembered that night, that summer, all these years ago now. I laid awake until I finally got up and went out looking for you. Love and anger, our two unwieldy emotions, were so well-blended together. Did you think of me as...
Carried Away

Carried Away

There is a place we used to go every summer, where wind blows off the lake, cooling sun-parched skin from day’s labor, where deer nibble on grass outside your window, where children with toughened feet run gleefully across a stoney beach, anxious for fireworks. There...
Unfolding and Enfolding

Unfolding and Enfolding

I place my notebook down on the table, then pick it up again to lay it back down. I walk away and walk back, passing it by only to return. The words inside are scrambled, my mind spins a yolk–an embryo of thoughts all stuck together. Then it finally occurs to me...

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