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“It’s Just Like the Cabin”
When we sold the family cabin on Washington Island after Dad died, I thought I’d be okay with that. It was the summer we’d received an invitation to attend a wedding in the South of France, just around the time my mom and I would have shared our birthdays on the...
What the Great White Egret Knows
This morning, I found painted on the underbelly of a rock the words, You are beautiful. I set it on the ledge of the window that looks out over the Shenandoah River. “How’s the body?” Todd asks as I’m clearing a plate from the breakfast table. He’s doing the dishes,...
One Spring Morning
“Valdaree Valdah rah…” he sings as we’re walking along through the neighborhood this morning. Soon enough, I realize I can’t get the tune out of my head and start humming it. It’s a beautiful morning, temperate, hazy sunlight has appeared—the sun comes in, the...