March

It hadn’t occurred to me until someone at work brought it to my attention that this winter has been going on for eleven years. I said, “That

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Mary Dear

It snowed that afternoon. Heavy, wet flakes pelted my coat on my walk down the sloping drive toward Cleveland Avenue. By the time I got to the

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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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Cold

The midnight sky is bright with the light of new snow. Rooftops have gone missing...

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Not Afraid of the Dark

My father has “old age of the eyes.” That means he’s going blind slowly from the inside out. He says I look like a model with my hair

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Winter Coming

It’s autumn. Leaves have taken over the back porch and I sit at the window, hungry for soup. You have been gone for years now...

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Springtime in Minnesota

In the spring of 1994, I was a writer in residence for Consortium of Associated Colleges in the Twin Cities. This meant that participating

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March

it is impossible to miss the red bird the only ember alive this snowy March...

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