On this day, one year ago, I wondered – and wrote about – the old rocking chair. Would someone sit there again or would it be forever empty? Would gentle protests from the creaking old rocking chair be heard once more? Would the face of the one rocking to and fro, to and fro, in […]
Letter: Observe Well the Birds
Along the shore they were gathered, and, as we slowly approached, they waded into the water, wondering perhaps at our intentions. With perhaps a wary eye, they paddled away then, one flapping its wings furiously in takeoff, the others gathering speed on the water, disturbing its surface in the early morning stillness, creating rivulets in […]
Letter: Transformation
Very early in the morning – our fingers numb from the frigid air, vapors of our breath hanging as if frozen before our unfeeling faces – we were drawn irresistibly to stand immobile, not because we’d been transformed into ice sculptures but because eminent, and conspicuous and glorious was the mountain. From inky blackness, the […]
Letter: The Frog Who Became King
The box labeled “Live Animals” was open. Whoever – and whatever – had been in there was gone, which was a scary thought. Giant green anaconda? Titanoboa cerrejonensis? Vasuki Indicus? Was a slithering, suffocating, snaking, long, limbless reptile with no eyelids and mere slits for eyes watching them from somewhere nearby? Or slumbering? Or silently […]
Letter: When You’re Given a Second Chance at Love
When you’ve lost the one you thought you never would, you may find yourself going about your days wistfully watching couples strolling hand-in-hand, laughing, and smiling and posing for selfies. Or you see them in church, snuggling close, one arm around the other, occasionally one laying their head on the shoulder of the other all […]
Letter: We Chased the Moon, and Caught the Sun
At first, she thought someone was shining a flashlight in the window. Turns out it was the moon. Though it was 3 a.m. she shook me awake believing the view across the water was too spectacular not to share. She was right. We embraced and watched in the silence commanded by the scene, and though […]
Letter: Dumpster Dating
Every Thursday is dumpster pickup day. Which means Wednesday is dumpster fill day. When we were dating, I’d ask her if she wanted to go to the dumpster with me. And she always said yes, because – even though our destination was the dumpster -together was where we wanted to be. Now that we’re married, […]
Letter: A Frog and Daisies
One year ago, on February 8, I wrote about that day. That day, then, was a special day. This day, today, exactly one year later, is a special day. On that very day, one year ago, following the death of my wife nearly a year previous, I had decided it was time to clean out […]
Letter: Emily’s Little Snowman
By David Anderson (Emily’s grandfather). This was his world and he wondered what they were doing out there. The little snowman wouldn’t have seen them at all in the very, very early morning except for a blinking light moving swiftly across the water. Wraith-like the shadowy, indistinguishable form emerged through the falling snow, drawing closer […]