In the death that signifies the end of the growing season, I wondered if I would ever know forever. Then I met it for dinner. Until it’s time to carve the turkeys, I work almost completely alone on the day of the community turkey supper. Bob is madly cleaning the house for some out-of-town guests […]
Blame the Blood Moon
It seemed like there should be something magical about a Blood Moon. And there was. “Shanny,” Aunt Kimmie’s gravely baritone rumbles into my voicemail. “Sunday night.” She says. Then she pauses. I think she assumes I’ll know whatever it is she’s reminding me of. Maybe the ghosts who watch her drink her morning coffee are […]