Expectations
A Child’s Expectations My parents will be there for me forever. They will always be good parents, everything I want them to be. Santa, Mom, Dad, Grandma and Grandpa will bring me the gifts on my wish list, things I marked in the Sear’s Christmas catalog and more. I...
Eve Adam Braid
Genesis 3:6 So when the woman saw that the tree was good for food, and that it was a delight to the eyes, and that the tree was to be desired to make one wise, she took of its fruit and ate…” Genesis 3:17 And to the man he said, “Because you have listened to the...
Skunked Again
It was 7 o’clock on Sunday morning. The sun rising across the Rockfish Valley illuminated snow-capped mountains, leafless trees and fallow fields. Keith was on his second cup of coffee. “Has Freya come home yet?” he asked. “She’s been out for a while, and...
Thanksgiving
Did you ever do Scratch Art in grade school? Here are the three steps: Using different colored crayons fill a piece of drawing paper with shapes and patterns. With a black crayon only, color the entire page again covering all previous colors. Take a pointed object...
Moments and Memoir
It’s two o’clock on a Saturday afternoon at WriterHouse in Charlottesville, and I’m the Open Hours volunteer. Since a lively creative nonfiction class meets in the small classroom next to the reception desk, I plop my purse, travel mug with green tea and iPad on...
Walking the Mountain Road
I’m Heathcliff. Remember me from three Christmases ago? I’m a good dog. My buddy Freya and I walk the mountain road to fetch the mail. That’s her biting my leg. She gets excited. Anticipation. We trot together for a while. Then Freya decides to run down the ravine...