The letter, were I to write it, might open this way: What a year this has been, right from the start... In January we had the craziest weather. One weekend it snowed; the next it was sunny and 70 degrees. Almost every night ended with an outrageously vibrant, pink sunset. Inside the confines of our … Continue reading On birds, and letters, and opera.
Jackie looked, by all accounts, like a female Johnny Cash. Dark-haired, dressed always in black, face etched by nicotine and whiskey, she apparently made quite an impression. She was unconventional and wild in her youth, mellowing with age and kinder on the inside than many would have guessed from her appearance. At least this is … Continue reading Ghost threads.
When my son was in junior kindergarten his class took a field trip to the zoo. He enjoyed the day but was upset with me for not having given him money to buy a souvenir at the gift shop. "You have plenty of toys," I told him, "and you don't even play with all of … Continue reading Ceci n’est pas une pipe.
My sister and I stifled laughter throughout our mother’s funeral. The minister was not trying to be funny. He had scarcely known our mother because she did not like him or his newfangled church policies. At her service he retold stories we’d told him only 48 hours before, and in his folksy manner he inadvertently … Continue reading Laying Betty to rest.