How did I know it was safe to park in the yard, away from the street, far up the driveway, by the boat and trucks on cinder blocks, by the workshop where the country music was playing, and down the path from the small country house? This is one of three things she wants to … Continue reading Her three questions, today.
"Do you miss it, Mama? Do you miss when we were little and climbing all over you and Daddy and laughing like that?" It is Thursday night, and we, just the two of us, are at the Patriotic Pops celebration, a warm-up concert for the holiday weekend. The night is unseasonably cool, hinting of a … Continue reading Ephemereality.