“I know what Winnie the Pooh would say,” Jasmine tells me. She is driving with one arm hanging out the...
Adam clutches the rim of his Canadian Club and 7-Up, working the room of fellow farmers while I grip the...
I was my paternal grandfather’s least favorite grandchild. My father’s parents lived in Marshall, a small town to our west,...
Wee Agnes squeezed into an empty seat near the front and her glasses steamed up. The stale scent of the...
“Morning. Got a visitor?” said Tony. Tony lived next door. It was Tuesday – bin day – and we’d both...
While reading about Minnesota’s dairy barns collapsing under the weight of snow, I could not but think of my family’s...
Back in the late thirties, a little before I was born, my father had a tenant house built. It was...
Still Falling Snow The woods are mine now and they fill up with snow more often than I’d like. The...
I started going to bed early and getting up at four each morning to sit in the chair and stare...
I awake to find Lena no longer in bed beside me. I search for her everywhere, bathroom, kitchen, living and...
It’s more than a little astonishing to look at a fresh new calendar in a fresh new year and realize...
The Wood He wanted to see the wood one last time. So, they took him back to trees dripping and...