“Where have you been? I was worried!â€Â My husband, usually a calm and steady rock of a man, entered my car, omitted the kiss and greeting, and flung those words at me like tiny Ninja knives. His angst took me aback, and I pondered my response accordingly. This past Sunday he sang in the choir at both church services. Fearing… Read More
The Creative Within
Sometimes I feel like I’m waiting to be born. Floating in an amniotic dream, I’m healthy and happy and yet, I want to arrive! As time ushers me from phase to phase of my life—childhood, teenager, adult, wife (twice), motherhood (twice), middle-aged student—I find my womanly maturity needs ever-increasing creative expression. There are days I feel as though I’m spinning,… Read More
The Woodpile
I love the smell of a wood fire on a cool night. Maybe it’s because my childhood home was heated with wood that I appreciate what it takes to go from standing tree to fragrant warmth. It was part of the seasonal farm routine to take the tractor and wagon, bump along a narrow logging road, and cut and load… Read More
Energy
Ghosts, and witches, and zombies, oh my! Driving to and fro as chores beckon, I can’t help but notice the decorations honoring autumn and celebrating Halloween. It makes me smile and sigh at the same time. Just thinking about the energy required to festoon a house with little skeleton lights a month before the Christmas lights go up makes me… Read More
The Drive
After leaving my father’s farm, I decided to drive the short distance to where my mother’s grave site is located. Two miles from the farm take a right, go about another mile south (not too far past Edna’s old farm!), and there is the tiny, almost hidden cemetery. The autumn-clad trees surrounding the small meadow wore reds, golds, and coppery… Read More
The Mourning After
The open barn door both invited and repelled. I had not been inside for more years than I can recall. Despite the dust and decay, my memories of how it used to look were intact. Did I want to disturb the dream? The reason I had returned to my childhood home was to help my siblings write thank you notes… Read More
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