I started surfing again. Every day actually, since leaving the mountains a couple of weeks back. I’ve been trailering my horses to the mountains every spring for the last five years, staying the summer and fall, and bringing them south when the snow began to fly. And that’s where …
I walk into the laundry room today to hug her goodbye, and she venomously whispers I know what you’re doing, like I’m an apologetic teenager sneaking away to a keg party, making premonitory amends to a disapproving parent. But I’m 43 years-old, at least for one more day. My …
At first she thought they were here on vacation… the moving trucks were late, and didn’t get here until last week. By then they’d already been living out of their suitcases for a few days, supplemented by whatever else they’d been able to pack in the car for the …
I live in a log house nestled in a river valley between an alpine prairie and mountain range. My mom was seething when we bought this small ranch as a family retreat. She doesn’t like dust. So I was a little confused last month when my dad told me …
I’m in my early 40s, and my mom is still kind of here. Probably not for long, though, so I’m going to start writing some of these moments down. For both of us. Not really for her, since she doesn’t read much these days. More for you and me. …