Tag: Whitefish Point

Whitefish Point Light

The light that night was meaningless, feeble; it could do no more than pretend hope, tease the drowning, be a marker for the dead. The light did last, though, despite its failure. It is still there.              

Yesterday at Whitefish Point

You never know the last time you’re going to do something. I used to think about that, about the last time my son would put his hand on my shoulder when we were walking. And then he didn’t do it anymore but I don’t… Continue Reading “Yesterday at Whitefish Point”