I am in here.
I had a dream about the river in front of the house. I’ve had several. Here’s the one that I remember most… I am on the top of the hill, with my back to the house. It is daylight, the light of late afternoon, the sun orange and from the west. The river is before … Continue reading river dream
I always got to be the turkey. My huge passel of much-older and much-larger cousins invariably took all the good parts for the holiday skit we’d all do for our parents before the oldest ones started getting too old, and going off to college. And no, it wasn’t a very good part, either, even though … Continue reading Thanksgiving at Nana's
That’s what I used to say under my breath for years, when I was alone, when my thoughts were elsewhere and I hadn’t put a guard on my mouth. It always puzzled me because I was “home.” I had been brought home as an infant to that house, and we had never lived in any … Continue reading I want to go home
When I was a child, people always told me, especially in the summertime, how lucky I was to live in a house that had such an incredibly beautiful view of the river, wasn’t it though? I always agreed with them, because it was polite, though I could never see what they saw in a view… … Continue reading the view from our house
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