It starts as thick, wet snow overnight. It changes to sleet, the trees and power lines soon coated in a layer of ice. I watch…
Vermont
It is easy to tell when we enter Vermont because the road goes from paved to gravel. We pass familiar houses and the winding stream…
January
There should be snow soon. It shouldn’t be a big storm but enough to freshen up what is already on the ground. Whatever sticks will…
So Much More, Part Two
The snow started coming down around lunchtime. Tori made her way to the dining hall and smiled when she she saw Shawn working. Shawn was…
So Much More, Part One
It was Christmas Eve. Tori sat in her twenty-year-old Toyota Corolla and tried to take deep breaths. Her shift at St. Agnes’s Center for Nursing…
November
The frost has come and gone. My dahlias are diminished to blackened leaves above ground, but under the earth there are fat tuber clumps. I…
Writer
I am still too scared to tell most people that I’m a writer. Even now, I want to hit delete and erase the words. There’s…
Summer’s End
It is the first week of school and there is a heat wave. It has been a relatively mild and rainy summer and the blistering…
Blueberry Buckle
3/4 cup sugar. 1/4 cup oil or shortening. 1 egg. Mix thoroughly I line up the ingredients on the kitchen island. It is quiet, my…
Haze
It has been a hazy month, but today is the worst. Today the smoke settles over the city, blotting out the sun. I feel like…