I wrote Lu from three windows. This isn’t strange for a writer. Without a window, where would she look when she puts her chin in her hand to daydream about her story? But for me, the windows were a camouflage – mostly to hide from myself that I was writing. Again. I’d always wanted to a write a … [Read more...]
Archives for August 2017
What I Am
Jesse was a week old when I first noticed the school bus picking up kids on our street. I saw the kids clamber aboard. I saw the parents wave and return to their empty homes as free agents. And I thought it’d be just swell if the public schools opened a newborn class by week’s end. Of course a … [Read more...]
Michigan 2017
We don’t change who we are when we go on vacation, though the pictures may say otherwise. Take these three little bears on a log. So cute! Such brotherly affection! In reality, they can only be that close for the snap of one picture. My boys believe sand was put on this earth for them to … [Read more...]
Of Loons & Pine
In 1951, my great grandpa and grandpa Sawyer built a log cabin on 12 acres next to Kingsbury Pond in central Maine. It was 36 feet square, based on the woodsman-style cabins of the time, and made mostly from the pine trees on the property. One half of the interior square served as the main living … [Read more...]
Love Stories
No one is more bored at a baseball game than this girl, so it’s interesting I’ve experienced epiphanies at two. Baseball Game #1 – Cleveland Indians, and I was 6. I finished my Amelia Bedelia in the bottom of the first inning, and by the second I was facing death by boredom. I vowed never to … [Read more...]
