Our Town

Yesterday morning dawned overcast and chilly. While sipping coffee, I checked my newsfeed on Facebook. A dear friend had commented on a post from the daughter of a former neighbor of ours. The post began, “It is with heavy heart that I pay tribute to my dad, who...

Gumshoes

It was 3:14 on Thursday afternoon and spoiling for a thunderstorm. I parked the truck at the top of the driveway outside our garage. There were groceries to unload and 30-pound bags dog food. Earlier that afternoon, this old gumshoe had stopped at PetSmart then...

Sorrow and Wonder

Early last Saturday morning, Keith and I heard a drum-like thump on one of the dining room windows. We hoped for the best—a glancing blow. Not this time. “This is so sad,” Keith said as he picked up the body on the deck below the window, “come see.” It was a male...

High Winds

Last Wednesday afternoon, a storm packing high wind gusts blew in, downing trees and deck furniture. Our dogs sought comfort from Keith—I was in Charlottesville—and hid in the basement. On my drive home that day, and upon arrival, I found evidence of the storm’s...