I knew I was forgetting something. I sat with my sisters in the back of Great Aunt Mary’s white Grenada and I was forgetting something important. I chewed on my thumb nail. “Girls,” said Great Aunt Mary, pulling in to a spot. “I want to teach you something today.” We got out of the car … Continue reading Shake Your Booty
Circa ’77
The Hugging Pipe
My eyes flew open to the blue wallpaper. I could hear the heat kick on, two floors down. The loud clanging sounds meant one thing, getting louder and faster, sounding as if a lumberjack was locked inside the furnace and swinging his axe. For three days, our house had no heat. My sisters and I … Continue reading The Hugging Pipe
Go Back to the Park
Author's Note: This story has been hidden under a dull title! I'm reposting it today. I walked inside the rhododendron bush that was two stories high, planted years ago by the hunchback, the first person to live in our blue Ardsley house. We could walk in to this rhododendron bush as if it were a … Continue reading Go Back to the Park
The Surprise
I was the girl who could climb trees and outrun boys. Dusk made me invincible, as if I were running faster than I actually was, so I loved to play games like Manhunt when the light was fading and I could tear across a stranger's lawn or an empty golf course. So, in Canada, when … Continue reading The Surprise
Santa’s Here
Santa just drove by our house. I was changing my daughter's diaper, and I happened to look out the window and there he was, in all his red and white glory, riding silently and slowly passed on an antique fire truck. I stared, diaper in hand. Being 34, a mother, a writer, a wife, a … Continue reading Santa’s Here
Circa 77 