At the River
I went to the river alone. I’d asked my kid if he wanted to come with, and he didn’t, which might have been the best outcome that day. I needed quiet.
Kristen Martin
How to Mold a Child
My son turned a wooden toy fishing rod into a sniper rifle, using paper cutouts and a lot of that clear heavy tape we try to save for wrapping packages. It has a
Letter to a Tree
Letter to a tree at Sue-meg State Park, Trinidad, CA:
I apologize that I’m not sure what kind of tree you are, although I studied many of your brethren in college forestry
My Tendency to Clam Up
About half the time I go shopping at my local supermarket, a big chain, there are AT&T salespeople posted near the exit. They are usually young, good-looking guys, clearly torn between
Community
I’m fortunate enough to have friends who treat me like family, no matter how much time passes between our seeing each other. They are people I can comfortably reveal myself to, and