And just like that, the snow is gone. We shed our winter coats, sometimes needing a sweater, sometimes needing shorts. The allium that I planted…
Eighty-Five
It is eighty-five degrees in April. At my in-laws’ lake house it feels like summer. We shed our sweaters and boots, trading them out for…
Still
I show a picture of my negative COVID test and put my face near the screen, my black mask covering half of it. I get…
March
I think I’m excited for spring but I’m not sure. There are days that I feel hollow, as if winter has scraped out my insides.…
The Last Time
I ride with my sister to your house on a day in late September. It isn’t the house from my childhood, but I’m still sad…
Snow Day
My bedroom is gray and full of shadows. I glance at my phone. No school. I turn off my alarm and go back to sleep.…
Late December
We are visiting my in laws’ lake house. It is a mild day in late December but the breeze is still chilly enough for me…
The Water Hole, Part Two
“Hi,” Carolyn said awkwardly, slipping her coat on over her sweater but not zipping it. Mira didn’t think she could zip it if she tried.…
The Water Hole, Part One
Mira got the text two days before Christmas. She was outside doing some last minute shopping at the local plaza, the sound of Christmas music…
Frost
There is a light frost on the last Saturday of October. At first the dahlias look okay, but as the day wears on the blooms…