I’ve lost things before. My keys, my rings, my purse. Once there was a span of fifteen minutes when I misplaced my preschoolers. It turns out they were hiding from me, with a stash of matches and some scratch paper, so maybe that one doesn’t count. Losing the car was my fault, especially since I was the one …
Escaping the Wind
If spring were simply defined by daffodils, dragonflies, and ducklings, then the season would remain quite dubious around here. This year, I’ve seen all of these in early February, confirming temperatures aren’t the distinguishing factor for a West Texas division of time. As often as not, we play Bocce Ball on Thanksgiving, take a walk on Christmas Day, and grill …
Water Dogs and Diversions
Grandma’s cellar was a magical place, if you could get past the salamanders. The dug-out was originally built as a storm shelter in the 1930’s, containing no concrete, just plank-braced dirt. I loved it because it was the only location on the farm offering a refreshing escape from the summer’s heat. The moist, dampness of the cellar had an …
Living in Peace
Camak yetser natsar shalowm shalowm kiy batach. Seven simple Hebrew words. But what do they mean? Camak – verb – “to lean against, rest upon; to support or uphold.” I immediately envision a ladder, propped against the house in order to bear weight as I climb higher. Yetser – noun – “a frame, formation; also an intention.” …