We were surrounded by white caps, traveling on a long stretch of lake between two dense shorelines of pines, in the Canadian wilderness. Branches overhung the shallows. There was nowhere to stop. It was every canoe for itself. In seconds, a strong wind rushed our canoes as if a giant fan had switched on. Was … Continue reading The Boulder, 1981
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Stampede
The ghost never made an appearance, but she did make her feelings known. Read Amy Kierce's Circa 77.
Double-Header
I stood at the end of the dock, holding my string. My father bent down next to me, tying a lump of chicken we didn’t eat onto the end. “What do I do?” I asked. He pointed to the ocean below us. “Let it down gently,” he said. I peered over the dock into the … Continue reading Double-Header
The Mean Lady
I have a feeling this little story got lost in the blog. I renamed it: "The Mean Lady" Enjoy 🙂
Ghost Punch: a Block Island memory
We could hear the waves and we could smell the ocean as the sun watched us slide down the tall bluff. We scraped the bottoms of our feet, dragging our towels through the hard clay. Rocks hurt our pinky toes. Behind us our parents brought sandwiches in tin foil and bigger blankets, bits of home … Continue reading Ghost Punch: a Block Island memory
Circa 77 