I don’t even notice that the dahlias are gone at first. The frost takes them one night and I only see the blackened leaves when…
The Last Time
This time we know it’s the last time. We make our way to the lake, driving through pouring rain for most of the way. When…
Time
The daffodils are in full bloom, filling my yard with creamy white petals with orange centers. Grape hyacinths grow along the house in shades of…
Vermont Again
We are back in Vermont, back at the cabin for the third year in a row. It feels familiar now: the wood stove, the bedroom…
Something New
I start writing my next novel on a Wednesday in early January. It is a story that has been in my head for almost two…
Footprints in the Snow, Part Two
As with most holiday seasons, Christmas Eve was upon him before he knew it. It wasn’t because he was busy or had family and friends…
Footprints in the Snow, Part One
The neighbor’s eyes were wide with an almost excited look as she told him the story from his front steps. She had heard the story…
Disconnect
It has been a month since I deleted all social media from my phone. At first I was nervous, which told me it was something…
This Year
On the morning of the first frost, I put on my highlighter yellow fleece, crocheted headband, and running shoes. I run but I don’t consider…
Behind
As I write this I have 1,042 unread emails in my inbox (if you are one of them I am deeply sorry). The dishes, despite…