Park Two

What’s this park named?” Owen asked as he clambered up wooden steps. My wife and I glanced at each other and shrugged.

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The Drive

Not wanting to alarm my husband and infant son, in case they’ve fallen back asleep, I don’t call. I don’t even text. But I do take a picture with

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Silverheels

It was my mom’s first marriage proposal. At eight, she was the ­older woman. George was only six. After hasty consideration, Mom turned him down.

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Some Cheers for Winter

My sister phones. "Storm!" she says, disgusted. "They're calling this a storm. No wind, maybe an inch of snow. It's winter, for Pete's sake,

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