When I was a little girl I loved riding home at night, lying in the back seat of the car, looking up through the window. Mom and Dad murmured in the front seat as the radio played. Telephone poles and tall pines moved past in a steady rhythm. But the moon traveled with us, glinting between the trees, glowing bright across the potato fields.
Yesterday evening light poured over the bright trees. Branches swirled as the west wind wheeled around to come from the north. The sky kept changing. All of this drama, going on right above my head—I stood out on the deck and gave myself a crick in the neck just looking at it, like a country mouse seeing skyscrapers […]
On Monday there was a little dinner over at Mar DeTar’s for the Witt family, major donors to the Wilkinson Homestead Historical Society. They like to visit in the fall to see how things are going, and we enjoy seeing them. Other people got better photos of that part of the evening, on account of […]
I am not cut out to be a murderer, I thought, as I dragged the garbage bag of corpses along the path. Whoever came up with the phrase “dead weight” knew what she was talking about. I stopped to catch my breath. Mickey had helped, of course, but he’d gone home to wash off the […]
Women Warriors at the Amvets Hall I went to the Antrim County High Tea for Breast Cancer Prevention fundraiser on Sunday because Louan asked me to. After all, she said, if it hadn’t been for the services and support offered by that group she’d be, well, dead. That seemed like a pretty good reason, so […]
The Babs Young Fall Assessment is in.
October 22, 2010
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