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….

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…

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…

¿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…

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…

You

When I am working, writing especially, it’s like I’m down the Rabbit Hole. It’s like I’m under water. It’s like I’m blind – or maybe blindfolded – to the rest of the world. For a brief moment, it’s like I’m lost in Wonderland. It’s like the last breath of air has escaped my lungs. It’s…