This I Know by Heart

Google likes to remind me what my life has been like on this day. Sometimes five years ago. Sometimes just last year. Nothing more than eight years ago. And each time the notification strikes, the stories of my life flash in pictures. Sometimes I share them. Other times I enjoy them all to myself. Today,…

Grown and Gone

Somewhere between “Hey, wanna go sledding at the hill by my house?” and the fit of giggles coming from behind your bedroom door, this day grew up right before my eyes. At first, it was hesitant, shy, unsure if there would be enough snow in the city. Wondering if a trip to the mall or…

The Ranch

The three of us stand at the top of the hill, blowing snow – like glass – cutting our faces, our cheeks red as much from that and the biting cold as from the hike up to this spot at the Ranch. We are the only ones here. I have never seen this mountainside empty….

Tradition

From before I can even remember, traditions began with Thanksgiving. From the way Dad asked Mom to marry him to the leftovers that road-tripped with us to the 200-plus miles we put bouncing from one house to the next. And then, for many years, they stopped. The turkey, the traveling, the traditions. Just stopped. Not…

Airplanes!

“Airplanes!” Dogs bark, beating us to the porch as we drop everything and head out to face the southwestern slope of our mountain valley. This is the third time in the last twenty-four hours that the Air Force cargo planes have flown over, practicing their training maneuvers, we’ve been told. Usually it happens only a…

AND counting

Twenty-four years ago, you left me in front of Ms. Moreau’s geometry class to go to the weight room. It was a Tuesday. “What just happened?” my friends ask as we make our way down the even rows to our seats in class. “What?” I answer, a grin plastered to my face. “We just passed…

Train Track and Rail Rides

When the train goes fast, I can’t help but notice that I’d never be able to jump off safely. I look at the secure latches on the boxcars, hear the screeching of metal on metal, and pray that as I stand here firmly on this ground, the sound of the train shaking my eardrums, nothing…

Lit

We sat at the high-top table at our usual meeting place. It was the first day of Spring Break. Four glasses on the table, two with ice water, two with straws. For two hours, we sat, and we talked. We talked about life and kids and husbands. About sisters and dogs. About our plans for…

Gulfstream

“What do you want to do today?” It was already past noon. We had started our day – a little later than usual, thanks to the guy who got up at dawn to feed the dogs so that we could stay in bed on this last day of Spring Break – with a batch of…

What Sustains

The furnace kicks on and I listen for the igniter to catch, sending warm air up through the floor vent just to my left. This sound is drowned by the low rumble and back-and-forth tug on the ball caught between my two-year-old pups just the other side of the laminate floor of my office. I…