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“And now, release the giant hornets!”
Without the temptation to go anywhere, I don’t. I walk to the lake or the horse farms or I time travel back to Europe. I read more David Mitchell books knowing I’ll never be the writer he is but not...
View ArticleFilling holes
The firepit, my bloody toe. We slept with all the windows open and it felt like camping. Four years later and we finally moved that mound of soil to the vegetable garden. It takes a global pandemic for...
View ArticleThe self-care hair problem
My hair never would have grown out like this. I sometimes put on a collared shirt for video meetings but never turn my camera on, our bandwidth can’t support it. We’re in an area of compromised nodes,...
View ArticleOn Division Street
Twenty-eight years ago I drove down the Maryland coast looking for a summer rental. We’d just graduated college, the Beastie Boys had put out a new album, and people were rioting in the streets of LA....
View ArticleConnected to the land like a severed hand
Summer ran down. The mosquitoes had no need for me, my blood was bad. They sat on me with their proboscises out but couldn’t get it in. But the flies! Flies all over me, mistaken me for dead, for...
View ArticleThe intensely masculine act of grilling meat
It was very late February and we’d just gotten back from Disney. Charlotte and I went to the mall to make Lily’s birthday reservation at the Lush bath balls shop. It still seemed as if everything might...
View ArticleFair play to you
I conditioned the air because it was clammy inside and we couldn’t open the windows. The ducks were still at the lake and in the morning everything looked ghostly with that mixture of fog and smoke. I...
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The White Duck
Image taken without permission from writer Ross Murray I’d never seen one like it before and my instinct was to feel sorry for it because the other ducks either shunned the white duck or lashed out at...
View ArticleThe day we went to Wahlheim
In the morning I came downstairs and turned on the portable heater. The neighbor had her Advent lights on in the window, and I turned ours on too and then made the coffee. I lit a candle and a stick...
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Trick-or-treating in the Scottish Highlands
The first thing you need to know about trick-or-treating in Scotland is it’s not called trick-or-treating, it’s called guising. And you don’t get candy for free just by waving your bags out, you have...
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