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Thirty years ago, we walked into the kitchen of the house we wanted to buy and stood in the breakfast nook watching the recently divorced owner eat her pancake dinner. She told us that she had decided to sell the house to us instead… Continue Reading “An Homage to My Old Kitchen”
She looks through the railing, her nose twitches at something floating by that we don’t see or maybe fish swimming yards offshore. The fog disappears and the sun comes out and for minutes it is warm outside and bright and then the fog gathers… Continue Reading “Minnie Looking at Lake Superior”
On my way home from San Diego last night, I stared out the window of the plane for two hours. The cabin was dark with only a few tiny lights on, many empty seats. And silent, no whispering conversations or headphone spillover, no babies… Continue Reading “The Airplane Window”
Thirty years ago, we walked into the kitchen of the house we wanted to buy and stood in the breakfast nook watching the recently divorced owner eat her pancake dinner. She told us that she had decided to sell the house to us instead… Continue Reading “An Homage to My Old Kitchen”
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