Category Archives: Seasons

The East, part 4: More fun with Dick and Jane

Actually, I don’t know anybody named Dick and Jane.  But now, Casey and Emily?  Yeah, we had tons of fun with them today.  This is so amazing, to be within walking distance of places that suck the money out of … Continue reading

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The East, part 3: All Around the Town

Here is the third installment of What I Did on My Vacation: Out and About. I am not much for mamas running themselves ragged, schlepping their kids to every kind of lessons possible. But when the little school, the YMCA … Continue reading

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The East Coast Shuffle pt 1

It’s actually a fine thing when a child grows up to outshine her parents.  But it’s not so great when she grows up to be one of them.  Like Barbara Boyce.  She lived in a big old house down on … Continue reading

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And then there’s today

      So yesterday, this is what I saw from my desk as I sat here messing with ancestors’ faces: And this   Then we woke up this morning. Oy.

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Large Syringe/Shorter Ghost

Nov 1, 2007 The little absurdities of life (or—another excuse not to sit down and face writing the last chapters of the latest book). Scene: my house with Ginna in it. Ginna (pointing at me): Max, what’s her name? Max … Continue reading

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Shards and parcels –

Woke up to snow. This was not a surprise—while we watched the BYU home game last night on Cam’s very large plasma TV, the field went from that lovely football green to a white wasteland. “We think it’s a first … Continue reading

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Dog Days

August. Even knowing what “the dog days” means, I never hear the words without thinking of dusty, exhausted dogs, lying on gravel in the shade of a pealing building, tongues lolling, rib cages going like automated accordions. Everything is exhausted … Continue reading

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Summer

JULY 20, 2007 Crickets. For some reason, this is the first I’ve heard them in a very long time. An age ago when I was a child, susceptible to magic, and visiting my grandmother in what had to be for … Continue reading

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