Strange Season
WHEN I WAS SIX OR SEVEN, I dug a deep hole into the snowdrift in my grandma’s front yard. Bundled up in a too-small navy snowsuit that pinched my crotch, I Continue reading
WHEN I WAS SIX OR SEVEN, I dug a deep hole into the snowdrift in my grandma’s front yard. Bundled up in a too-small navy snowsuit that pinched my crotch, I Continue reading
IN MY HANDS IS A BOREAL OWL who has died of West Nile virus. Waiting for the spirit to pass, I feel the softness of her feathers, the beauty of this Continue reading
THE GHOULS OF OCTOBER ARE practice runs for December when our ghosts really make their presence felt. By presence though, I mean absence. December can hurt more than other months. Repeated Continue reading
1. Shovel early, shovel often. Early winter. So exciting! Before the powder turns to ice, before your brain settles into stale-air mush, head out to gawk at fresh small-mammal tracks and Continue reading
MY CHILDREN have snow anxiety. For the record, this started in the winter of 2011–12 when no snow fell — at all — and sleds, saucers, skis, and snowball makers sat Continue reading