We sat at the dining room table last night, eating an appropriately collegiate dinner of burritos, and watched a winter scene unfold through our townhouse windows. Out our back window, I watched quarter-sized snowflakes fall straight down in the black night, sticking to snow stacks in the trees, lending their wet weight to already laden … Continue reading Sledding at Night (Or: Life in a College Town. With Kids. Part 2)
Through a freshly cleaned window, spotless and clear, I watch sunlight burn the fog out of the valley. The morning light changes from a diffuse blue gray in the distance to a crisp yellow on the tall trees outside our neighbor’s fence, casting sharp shadows of tree trunks, of limbs, even of the jagged bark. … Continue reading Would I know how to do this if I had taken Home Ec?
After three years in Minnesota, I keep wondering when winter will arrive in Blacksburg. It’s January now. Shouldn’t I be warming my mug so its cold, greedy clay won’t suck all the heat from my coffee? Or pulling our down comforter up to my ears rather than kicking it off in the middle of the … Continue reading Waiting for Winter
A creak at our door, black as night out the window. “Mom, it’s six-oh-two!” Cinnamon, tea, and warm yeasted dough – scents of Christmas morning. Stampede of kid feet down carpeted stairs – squeals of delight at the tree. Wide eyes sparkle, like holiday lights; a kiss that tastes of chocolate. Small hands – sticky … Continue reading Haiku from Christmas
The idea of the north was taking him. He needed something to brace against. – Annie Proulx I just finished my annual reading of The Shipping News. I think I’ve read it every winter since 1999, the year my Uncle Syd gave it to us. That first year, I bet I devoured it. Probably read … Continue reading A taste for excellence: re-reading The Shipping News