Ah, screw it. I’m happy as hell that it’s a dark, rainy day. The dimness balms jangled, irritated nerves that a sunny day would rub raw. Most people I know welcome the arrival of spring. Redbuds push, lilacs bloom, and dogwoods display their color. Aromas of grass and flowers fill…
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We had hiked into the wilderness about two miles as the sun was setting. Knowing twelve-year-old Nick, he wouldn’t take well to walking the trail at night. About dark, we found a spot under the canopy and built a fire before we made dinner. Once the fire was good aflame,…
Leave a CommentThe wind in advance of the storm didn’t start until I’d walked about a mile from the golf course. The weather had been threatening rain all day, but it never came. The storms tracked east to west just south of us, trailing rain like gray curtains. I tried to call…
Leave a CommentThat summer, Nick had been with us just a couple of years. He was seven or eight and was raring to go. No more school and no more set bedtimes. It was bikes and friends and playing in the pool. The fall and return to school seemed so far off…
Leave a CommentThe whippoorwills perched in the trees above deafened us. The other sounds of the night on that pine-topped bluff—snakes after mice in the duff, the titter of nuthatches, and the footfalls of deer in the hardwood forest on the hill below us—disappeared under the whippoorwills. The calls haunted us. First…
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