First, her tippet made of tulle, easily lifted off her shoulders and laid on the back of a wooden chair. And her bonnet, the bow undone with a light forward pull. Then the long white dress, a more complicated matter with mother-of-pearl buttons down the back, so tiny and numerous that it takes forever before […]
First, her tippet made of tulle, easily lifted off her shoulders and laid on the back of a wooden chair. And her bonnet, the bow undone with a light forward pull. Then the long white dress, a more complicated matter with mother-of-pearl buttons down the back, so tiny and numerous that it takes forever before […]
The Wind is ghosting around the house tonight and as I lean against the door of sleep I begin to think about the first person to dream, how quiet he must have seemed the next morning as the others stood around the fire draped in the skins of animals talking to each other only in […]
My father will have a dialysis shunt inserted in his neck and will be transferred out of the ICU today. He can hear and understand and nod and even smile sometimes. He has a long way to go, but for now he’s headed in the right direction. To the extent three brothers could, my father’s […]
by Julia Kasdorf Among the first we learn is good-bye, your tiny wrist between Dad’s forefinger and thumb forced to wave bye-bye to Mom, whose hand sails brightly behind a windshield. Then it’s done to make us follow: in a crowded mall, a woman waves, “Bye, we’re leaving,” and her son stands firm sobbing, until […]
it gets run over by a van. you find it at the side of the road and bury it. you feel bad about it. you feel bad personally, but you feel bad for your daughter because it was her pet, and she loved it so. she used to croon to it and let it sleep […]
She works for housekeeping, and looks vaguely Hispanic and way younger than however old she’s about to tell me she is, and while I want to sit in my father’s room and read his Wall Street Journal, she wants to talk. She says, “Hi, Michael,” though we’ve never met and I say hi back. As […]
A little something to remind you of our nights at Willow Books and the Colonial Inn.