A Mother’s Gift

A Mother’s Gift

Over thirty years passed since I moved away yet my childhood bedroom endured, lovingly preserved to welcome me home at any time. My Mom cared for it like the curator of a rare museum. My old room was a bright and cheerful place with light speckled linoleum, wallpaper...
The Saga of George

The Saga of George

Our most memorable two-legged farm pet. Chickens aren’t known for being smart, but once in a while there happens to be a bird that’s rather exceptional. When our boys were young, we were the lucky owners of a chicken with a great personality. We borrowed a name from a...
The Big Barn

The Big Barn

“I thought you’d want to know, Susan.” Something in her tone made me stop putting away laundry, clutch my cell phone, and drop quickly to the edge of the bed. “They’re tearing the big barn down.” I didn’t want to know. I wanted to imagine that everything was still the...
Remembering Seven

Remembering Seven

A fleeting glimpse of a child’s endless summer.  The buzz of a fly did it. Took me back to an endless summer of sunshine, imagination, and explorations of the farmyard jungle. My whole body melted into the experience of it. I was seven again, breathing it in...
Racing with Dad

Racing with Dad

Stomach tight and shaking with silent giggles, I listened to his slow footsteps steadily approaching the chicken house. When I couldn’t stand it any longer I leaped from my hiding place to ambush him, circling and hopping from one small bare foot to the other, “Come...
Little Things

Little Things

A tribute to my Moms – Eleanor and Betty. Mothers do little things, day after day after day. Often no one sees or notices or understands why, until the children themselves plunge into parenthood and start doing those little things, like Mom did. If you could...

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