I knew my uncle would win. He always won.
Marathon Day
I knew my uncle would win. He always won.
Circa ’77
The Race, circa 1977
I could hear her behind me.
Lady of the Ants
When we got out of the car and stood in the parking lot, Eva and I discovered we were Woodlanders. “Across the field,” said a big lady. I heard the word “bye” sprinkled around me like rainfall and I said my own bye – “See you in a week!” said my mother. I could see … Continue reading Lady of the Ants
First Kiss
A group of us ran from the house and sprinted into the dusk, a silent getaway. A swell of laughter tried to overcome me but I stayed quiet, sticking with the group plan. With the dusk so heavy, watching my feet accelerate across the golf course grass, it was then I realized I ran faster … Continue reading First Kiss
Lily Dipping
It was the third week of our summer canoe trip. Eva and I were making our way with eight 13-year-olds and two counselors, aged 16 and 17. We were living among the loons and Canadian lakes with a paper map and tents and red canoes, eating from the cans we carried on our backs during … Continue reading Lily Dipping
Circa 77 