“A nail’s first responsibility is to be red.” Stella heard her mother’s voice in the back of her head as she assessed her candy apple manicure. She wasn’t wrong, that mother of hers. Swathed in a color mostly seen on hot summer day convertibles, her nails took on a personality of their own. Ready. Stella […]Read more "A Nail’s First Responsibility is to be Red"
What springs to mind when the name Bob Packwood is mentioned in conversation? Do you recall the successful political career he had as a United States senator? Do you ponder the interesting fact that he became the first Senate Republican to support Nixon’s impeachment in 1973? Or, when Packwood’s name is brought up do you […]Read more "The Packwood Syndrome"
pretty penny sherbet lime-eyed and locked in orange how they laughed as all the porridge pushed out windows knocked in doors. though some begged to get in while the others wished for out there you were, sweet nosebleed ghost unwelcomed host without. so faeries made their mushroom rings where you danced in naked plight those […]Read more "Spider"
I’ve been writing the Girl on Girl series since the start of this year, and as I look back on the amazing women I’ve interviewed and the wise words they have shared, I am extremely thankful at my luck to have encountered so many inspiring people. Up next, I’ll share my interview with Kate Bernheimer, […]Read more "A Girl on Girl Wish List"
My first mushroom gathering expedition for the fall was a bus/bike combo trip out to Cape Lookout. Eric had gone on a group Cycle Wild trip the weekend before and came home with pounds of yellow chanterelles. He wanted to take me out to see the beautiful coastline and enjoy the plentiful fungi. While Eric […]Read more "The First Fall Mushroom Hunts"
Late taking the kids to school, Daisy slowly released the brake as the shelves of paper towels and picnic paraphernalia, a leaning tower of colorful planting pots and an inside-out rubber glove slipped past her minivan window. Micah and Clara raucously argued over a “borrowed” scarf and who fed their frenetic dog, Digger, while Robbie […]Read more "DAISY PICKED – Part 1"
They say that humans might live here, but in these four walls, I found myself an unbeliever in the building’s life expectancy. The apartment swallowed me up each day and if I opened a window to let in a breeze or the afternoon sun, I heard too well the sounds of shattering glass and car […]Read more "The Threat of Stones"
Last week I harvested some of my grapes and decided to make jelly. My aunt and uncle were visiting, so I brought the grapes and supplies with me when I went to my parents’ house. 10 pounds of sweet Concord grapes. Seeing that it would take me hours to pluck them off the stems, my […]Read more "Musing Over Jam"
I knew something was up when my dad offered to drive me. I’d been home for a week on summer break and headed to my boyfriend John’s house. I didn’t need him to drive me, he never drove me, so that was the first thing. Then he asked my younger brother, Frank, to come along. […]Read more "What You Leave Your Kids"
When you get to Des Moines’ Airport you have to take an escalator down from your terminal to the baggage claim area. Those eight or ten other times I’ve come through here before, it turned into a game; a game to see how long it would take for me to catch a glimpse of his […]Read more "The Escalator"