Cooking Three-Bears Style
Whenever my Mother’s sister walked into the kitchen with cooking on her mind, we headed for the hills: Daddy to work, Mother to the back-bedroom for a long bath, and we girls to the great outdoors but, like curious puppies, staying close enough to listen and sniff....
Staring at Computer Screens
Straight on Main Street, left on Courthouse Square, right into parking lot. Check hair, teeth, lipstick, and gather interview materials. Walk around orange-taped construction barriers and read signs. Which building? I’m not from these parts. The email had...
Chess and a Marriage Thing
Every work day, my husband comes home, changes out of suit into sweats, and either does his weight workout in the basement or dons his reading glasses and sits down to play chess. On the dining room table off to his right, Keith places a tattered book, its cover...
On being an Eeyore with Tigger Aspirations
After spending a couple of days soaking up wisdom on Sarah's front porch, I returned home yesterday in time to walk Heathcliff, make dinner and drive to my evening writing class. For some reason, last night turned into a classic Eeyore v Tigger slugfest for me. It...
Anniversaries
This is a week of anniversaries for Keith and me: birth, death and wedding. We celebrate our 5th today with thoughts of how far we've come in partnership. Signs of success are easy to see: a house renovated and mountain house nearing completion, job changes with...
The Empty Chair
On the 10th anniversary of Gretchen's suicide, I am reading Kay Redfield Jamison's book Night Falls Fast. I admit that my quest for knowledge is somewhat of an equivocation. Although I seek understanding of my stepdaughter’s struggle and its impact on her father...