A Reflection on You
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Fog on Frost
Fog and frost on Sunnyside Well worth the cold fingers. Want to go for a walk?
Read moreSea our Quilt
We’ve been making them this way for over ten years. Each woman takes some fabric, a piece of muslin with the sizes marked out, and creates a mini masterpiece. Then these squares are sewn together and quilted to make a full sized blanket- the resulting creation gives us a chance to be a part of something bigger. We are all
Read moreBirds not of a Feather
They halted our demolition of a building temporarily–two fledglings huddled in a mud and grass nest. But, when the mother hadn’t returned by the next day and the babies were peeping furiously, I was elected to raise them. Actually, the rest of my husband’s family humored me. In this heat, without a mother, they considered the two birds dead meat
Read moreBetween the Storms
A burst of birds and Frantic wings! Then juxtaposed against that noise– a shush, a hush . And in the disquieted quiet, Oak groves Plead their branches to the sun. Yet, still, The storm Comes.
Read moreIn Darkest Winter a Coyote Brush Blooms
Shh! It’s a secret! The Coyote Brush blooms this time of year. Most people hole up in their houses to hide from the rain about now and don’t know that this native shrub flowers in the late fall to early winter. Hang on to your seats. I’m using a big word. The plants are dioecious which means there are both
Read moreSanta Claus:A Truthful Tale
Storytellers embellish, change the order of truth, change truth, and, in fact, sometimes, they lie. If they are good storytellers, they do this in order to expose a larger, more universal truth. But, whether my natural inclination as a storyteller serves a greater purpose or not, the fact is I struggle constantly against the tendency to fabricate reality in inappropriate
Read moreLooking Back Home
Yesterday, driving up unmarked forest service trails, branches gnawed thin gray lines in the paint of our pickups. And they revealed the fissures of age in my father. Even crumpled by MS, to me, he had still appeared undaunted—this summer he clambered about using his walker to get a ladder so that he could fix the roof. He drove his
Read moreWe're all Overbooked
Tight stacked beside each other, the chores scheduled on town day regulate my life. I know this is true for almost everybody. But, for rural women who drive an hour and a half into town, the tasks lean against each other for support. Pull out one and the rest tumble about in disarray. I arranged today to have my car’s
Read moreTree Hunting Day
Saturday, my husband will load chains and shovels into the truck while I’ll pack chocolate chip cookies, Christmas tapes, and lots of extra clothes. The rugrats “forget” to do their chores and Dad roars but soon everyone is squeezed into a battered pickup truck. And we’re off. We meet at the parking lot at the foot of the mountains
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