From There

 From There

I have a friend from Summit, New Jersey. She left when she was fifteen. Her parents moved to Raleigh, North Carolina for work, and that’s where I met her. She’s since lived in Washington, D.C., California, and now Virginia Beach, Virginia. She’s never returned to live...
Recipes

Recipes

I have an index box of recipes that I almost never consult. It’s not even a box, to be honest, but rather an old red cloth clutch that a little girl in Japan gave me back in 1976. Keeping the recipes in that pouch saved space back in the day when I lived in tiny...
My Father’s Voice

My Father’s Voice

The other day I heard my father’s voice. My father died in 2011. Hearing his voice again was an unexpected treat. Now, before you start envisioning séances and magical meetings, let me explain. I was searching for my father’s birthplace online. Crazy, I know. But...
Mountain Treasure

Mountain Treasure

“Come here,” my father said as he stepped off the path. “I have something to show you.” We ducked under branches and tore through brambles. He was always careful to hold the twigs and branches so that they wouldn’t swish back and slap me in the face. We crept down the...
Autumn is for Parting

Autumn is for Parting

The trees were brilliant just a few days ago, their branches a shimmer of scarlet and amber.  As I set out for my morning run, I notice they have grown more subdued. The scarlet has faded to russet. I hold out my hand and catch an ocher leaf as it plummets...
The Last Time I Saw My Father

The Last Time I Saw My Father

My father’s later years were difficult. He bounced from one nursing home to another, his peripatetic life precipitated by his refusal to stay where he was put. By the time my father entered his first nursing home, he was losing his ability to walk. He had nearly lost...