Spoonism

Spoonism

There I was searching for one of my favourite spoons in the silverware drawer when it hit me. That’s exactly what Mom used to do. I remember going home to visit Mom on the farm for a few summer days away from my busy job and family. It was a chance to slow down for a...
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...

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