Honey Jar
A neighbor keeps bees on our farm property. Except for the dogs’ lack of fear and the resulting too close turns around the barn, we don’t...
Check(ed) Boxes
When you open a box, what are you looking for? When you close a box, what is your goal? The answer. . . We spin boxes as a positive, but...
Matriarchs
I used to love birthdays, especially celebrating others' birthdays, until each of mine disappeared a little more. Numbers of texts or...
I Don't Want to Grow Old (here)
I sweat in the bathroom. At night. Each night Before bed. The dog sighs and splays on the floor. He’s waiting. He’s waiting for me. I...
True in the End
In my head, I hold two images of the first cassette I ever received. One, in my dining room, the grayish plastic in my hand. The bluish...
My Food Story is. . .
"Forty tomatoes out there. At least," my dad said. My eyebrows perked. My stomach sank. "I have to can this weekend?" "You don't have...
Moment of Truth
When I’m in Israel visiting, my brother and I often go for runs. When I’m in Wisconsin, I don’t. Workouts don’t always translate easily....
Fair (Game)
I wanted a reason to bring back a couple of blog posts. They are fair week inspired. Fair means vacation. It means freedom. It means...
Front Matter(s)
I chose to be part of a review panel for an upcoming award. I selected Young Adult literature as my preferred category. I had never...
