There it was. A bullet in my sink. That’s right, a bullet. We’d been gone all summer and we came home to find a bronze metal bullet standing straight up like a bra cup in my stainless steel sink.
I thought nothing of this. My husband ...
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Well. Summer's over. I mean it isn't really over, it's not yet Labor Day. Outside it's as steamy as a Turkish Bath and even the dogs are having dog days this August. They are sleeping, listless in the heat and without the energy to bark. But I'm home. I've left our summer cottage, driven back down south with reams of clothes and papers and food in ...
After the failings of July weather, August burst out with brilliant blue mornings and clear, cool nights. I was racking up banner days with my kids; cloudless skies on the lake, a little canoeing, swimming with their cousins. Kicking back on the beach chair with a book, I could hear ...
I was taking a walk down a country road near my home when I saw a bright yellow “children at play” sign. Carefully written above the letters in deep black marker was the word “autistic.”
When I was growing up, I remember a family of deaf children who lived on my ...
<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal">I’m tired of apologizing for things this summer. I’m tired of explaining I haven’t gotten to email, I can’t get to my Facebook.<span> </span>I’ve had the same chipped toenail polish on my feet for maybe a month now.<span> </span>And I’m not going to apologize for that either.<span> </span>It just isn’t important ...