Skunk Tracks
Our first house was set into the side of Mount Nonotuck, a smallish mountain in Easthampton, Mass, at the western end of…
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Baby Dolls vs. Stuffed Animals
Today I read a story in a back issue of Creative Nonfiction magazine by Brenda Miller that revolved around the National Toy Hall…
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Matrimonial Making
This arctic chill is getting on my nerves. I want to take a long walk with my dogs more than ever, and…
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First snow, second snow
Maybe it’s because I’m a native Texan. Maybe it’s because Mother Nature always amazes me. Maybe it’s the same for most people….
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Old Rockers, Not the Chair Kind
I guess I’ve reached middle age. (That’s one of the most shocking sentences I’ve ever typed in my 44 years. I’m still…
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Days of the Dead
I think a lot about loss. Past loss, future loss; past pain, future pain. The delicacy of existence, of life. The only…
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Storm Surge
There’s something inherently Houstonian to me about living through the ritual disaster of multiple hurricanes. Maybe it’s the same for kids anywhere…
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Picking Blueberries & Friends
I’ve always felt it is harder to make friends as an adult. Back when we were all in school, being shuffled into…
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Fits and Starts
I turned 44 just before I attended my first Juniper Summer Writing Institute at the University of Massachusetts last month. Almost exactly…
