Evening comes on quickly in Oxford in November. The dark creeps in around 4 in the afternoon. When David and I closed out our afternoons there, we sought out a […]
My Mother’s Letters, Part II
I taught high school before I had my children. During the course of a day, I saw maybe 150 students, some of them studying World History, others American Lit, and […]
My Mother’s Letters, Part I
I grew up in an orange grove in central Florida, in the little nowhere town of Fort Lonesome. For fun, my brother and I searched the sandy rows between orange […]
Motown in the Morning (Who Writes The Story?)
Last December, in some bizarre attempt to be festive, we started the odd family tradition of waking our children for school with the radio blaring Christmas music from the living […]
The Risk List
It starts with their very first breaths. We wrap them in layers of blankets, stuff them into backward-facing car seats, and cushion the bars of their cribs with tie-on bumpers. […]
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