Tag Archives: family

Solstice.

Now here we are at summer’s sun-stand, the long solstice (in the northern hemisphere, anyway) of June, fruit of a cycle born six months ago at the onset of winter. It’s still an anything-can-happen era with a why-the-hell-not vibe. It’s the time to ask, again: If not now, then when?

The comfort of familiar things.

I’ve been thinking about getting a tattoo. If we know each other, in real life, then this revelation may be shocking. If we know each other very well, though, then it’s possibly not unexpected. I have been thinking about it, a tattoo, though not terribly seriously, for longer than I’ll admit, even here. Tattoos, like…

Happy family.

The still young-ish couple and their month-old baby are sitting in the small neighborhood Chinese restaurant on a chilly, dark October night. The restaurant is mostly a take-out and delivery hub, so most of the tables inside are empty. They have come here, this couple and their new baby, because it is close to their…

destin-ation.

Here’s how I knew we were going to the beach and not to my grandparents’ house at Hardy: when we turned from our street and drove past the Howard Johnson’s (where we went to get ice cream), we turned and drove up a ramp, past the billboard picture of the girl with the dog tugging…

June’s prayers for the people.

“I’m not actually a very nice person,” June said, as she ushered me into her home. It was our first and only face-to-face meeting, although our connection traced to before either of us was born. June’s mother and my father were friends in their youth; and then our parents were friends; and in a larger,…

The red balloon.

The key, I say, is to start with a good anchor and then keep it simple; let simple words do the work so you can remember: I’m going on a trip, and I’m taking an alligator. I’m going on a trip, and I’m taking an alligator and a ball, she says. I’m going on a…

Truly, madly, deeply.

Yes, me too. From the very beginning, until the very end. Always. Because, from the beginning, When I was very small I slept in a tall, iron-framed bed, next to the upstairs front window in our big, drafty house that creaked in the night. When it was time for the lights to be turned out,…