Storm Stories

You can’t give firewood away in eastern Towns County right now. Just about everyone we know has a storm story — a tree down, or a mess of leaves and limbs to clean up. As the storms approached, I watched the red boxes on the radar marching south Tuesday night. We put the rain gear, … More Storm Stories

The Memory Garden

If I’m not up by 7 in the morning, the bed shakes and a paw rakes my arm. The clock in Peaches’ stomach has gone off, and she is keen to alert me to that fact. If I wake earlier and stretch, or make any sound at all, she’s on me with the paw, and … More The Memory Garden

Idle Time

A friend posted a great idea for calming the jitters yesterday. She untangles jewelry. I had to laugh, because I practice the dude version of her method. On my workbench sits a box of assorted hardware — nuts and bolts, screws and washers, springs and odd little thingamajigs. I’m not jittery, but sorting hardware is … More Idle Time

What Time?

We are never more than a glance away from answering the question, “What time is it?” The answer is on our wrist, in our pocket, glowing from the wall. There’s a clock beside the bed, on the dashboard, in the break room, on the phone, and embedded in every device we own. We can answer … More What Time?

Salt

“Salt.” Head down and tucked into his meal after a hard day, it was unusual for my dad to speak in monosyllables during the evening meal. Normally the man who once talked across the entire state of Ohio on a road trip would entertain us with his “Floyd Stories” while we ate. But when he … More Salt