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

Thunder Toe, and the Adventure of Unintended Consequences

It’s been a while since I updated you on the status of our fleet of chickens. I knew Shawn would be asking me about them any day, and the loyal fans of our velocicrappers always want to know. The question hovered in the air like the electric, hair‑raising expectation that heralded the arrival of our … More Thunder Toe, and the Adventure of Unintended Consequences