The Sycamores

I LOOKED for magic in a sycamore grove,Off the Nada Tunnel Road in Slade, Kentucky,That was sheltered by oaks, magnolia, and rhododendronWhere everywhere I saw magnificent perfection. Rock, boulder, cliff,Leaf,…

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The Landlady

YEARS AGO, when winter in Great Britain was first described to me, I’m certain the words damp and cold were emphasized because, when packing for a 6-months study abroad program…

Buddy

WHEN I first met Buddy, I was twenty-five. I’d already finished college, had my first degree-related job, got married, quit that job, packed up, and headed west on a travel…

The Hunt

WE’VE OWNED two pop-up campers during the twenty years we were raising our family and if memory serves, I was responsible for parking it at a campsite exactly four times.…

Two Weeks

AFTER THE birth of my first child, it took me two weeks before I could coordinate showering, dressing, and leaving the house. My infant daughter was a good baby, but…

Coyote Lessons

LAKE LAVASSEUR is gray and quiet in the distance, the robin’s egg blue sky stark against the surrounding evergreens. My snowshoes discharge the smell of pine into the air as…

Finding Family

FIVE DAYS after our 31st wedding anniversary, my husband and I found ourselves in the parish cemetery of the Church of St. Nicholas and Linhart in Slovenice, Czechia, looking at…

Hubcaps and Camel Cigarettes

MY HUSBAND and I just returned from a trip to Central Europe where we rented a car and drove for three weeks through the countries of Hungary, Slovakia, Czechia, and…