Category: Writing

Howard’s Pet Rabbit

Meet Howard’s pet rabbit, Milton. I would say that Milton lives in the bushes on the side of our house but he doesn’t so much live there as sit there. He sits, perfectly still, alert, watching us but not blinking when we pass by… Continue Reading “Howard’s Pet Rabbit”

Biting Commentary

In the Outlander book (#4) I am reading or the episode of the Outlander series I just watched, not sure which, but finding both perfect antidotes to pandemic hopelessness, Claire directs everyone to find maggots to chew away the diseased parts of Jamie’s terribly… Continue Reading “Biting Commentary”

Tonight in Nome

Originally posted on Red's Wrap:
“I don’t feel part of the United States.” She said this after leading our small study group in a two hour lesson in how to introduce ourselves. She is Yup’ik. She was raised by her grandparents until she…

Tips from Steve

Today marks the millionth day of the pandemic that I didn’t do Tai Chi or try to play the piano. I did take my DVD player – which holds the recording of my old Tai Chi instructor with all her plain, unspoken sincerity –… Continue Reading “Tips from Steve”

The Pieces Don’t Fit

Three winters ago, when I was trying to reinvent myself into a more physically present advocate for homeless people, I would go to a local warming room at 4 in the morning to collect and fold the blankets that had been used by the… Continue Reading “The Pieces Don’t Fit”

The Sun in Our Eyes

When was it, the sun’s shine, our hurried pose, squinting chain link fence shadows

A Story of Winter: Part 2

Carol froze. Someone had been in the house while they were gone. Recently. She spun around and opened the refrigerator. There was a Styrofoam take-out box and a half-drunk Mountain Dew on the second shelf. She and Jerry had emptied out the fridge and… Continue Reading “A Story of Winter: Part 2”

January 6th

I love my country but it is exhausting me right now. So I am tending my patriotism and perspective tonight. Tomorrow is another day.

Who Left the Dishes in the Sink?

I have no idea who left the dishes in the sink in yesterday’s episode of A Story of Winter. This doesn’t mean I’m stuck. It just means that I try not to get ahead of myself. That’s a lie. The truth is I don’t… Continue Reading “Who Left the Dishes in the Sink?”

A Story of Winter: Part 1

She was an idiot for coming. Carol knew that much. The snow, the drifts, the ferocious wind coming off Lake Superior, combined they could kill. She knew that after twenty-five years owning a place on the lake, but she decided she didn’t care. After… Continue Reading “A Story of Winter: Part 1”

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