Category: Children

I don’t want to write about the pandemic, so you get this instead.

I shift closer to the fire, toss on a log, make the sparks fly. It’s my night to sit up with the children that can’t sleep and I’m damned if I’ll do it cold. I look around the circle at their pale faces made… Continue Reading “I don’t want to write about the pandemic, so you get this instead.”

Breathing the Past

I don’t know where the old tin came from. Maybe it held cookies once upon a time, a gift to my parents. I suspect it was found in the old house when they first moved in. (A lot of things were left behind by… Continue Reading “Breathing the Past”