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…

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…

Countdown.

Countdown. Twenty-five minutes. I have been alone at home long enough to get in a run and hang some laundry. Then he text (texted??) me “L,” as in Left the shop, and on my way to you. I’ve since finished the laundry, read some posts, and now the true race is on. Countdown, twenty minutes….

¿Quién es?

Tonight’s lesson en español: Necessito ayuda. bark. bark. bark. Quiero algo para tomar. Bark. Bark. Bark. Me gustaría BARK. BARK. un BARK. café. BARK. BARK. What the…??? ¿Que es? I open the back door. My dog, the long and lean one, stands with his front paws inches away from the top of the wire fence…

Less Tonight

There is less on my floor this evening. Fewer boxes. Fewer piles. Fewer furniture. (Is furniture plural? Like fish?) There is less on my desk this evening. Fewer papers. Fewer piles. Fewer files. (Does anyone else succumb to the stacks of stuff, yet know exactly where everything is?) There is less uncertainty in my home…

World of White (2)

Dear Morgan, I am Privilege. First off, will you ever spell my name right? Two i’s. Two e’s, please. Man, it’s like we haven’t lived every day of your life together, I swear! Let me start by telling you something you already know: You can’t un-know me. Before long, you’ll be introducing me to more…

Commuting Conversations

Regie calls it “‘coffee’ and conversations,” the time she sets aside for true-blue, face-to-face, honest-to-goodness talk among family and friends. For Cam and I (and her dad, too, perhaps most especially) we have “Commuting Conversations.” Since she was born (and before that, too, for me especially), we’ve committed to living where we live and working…

Your Way

I like to hike in the calm and quiet of the forest, to hear the birds and the breeze, the crisp crunch of snow underfoot. You like to hang on your dad, try to throw him off balance, giggle and laugh and throw snow up into the branches above. I like to keep going and…

Uno Dos

She picks up the Uno deck, the one we’ve been leaving shuffled in the middle of the kitchen table. She deals out the cards, clockwise, without reminder. She stops at seven and turns over a yellow one. My turn. Dad’s turn. Reverse, four, red, Skip. Green-Skip. Draw Two. So many Draw-Two’s that I start to…