Tag Archives: #smalltown

Sunday Rescue

I’m reading on the couch Sunday afternoon when my daughter calls from her cell phone. She’s walking on a nearby trail system and met a woman who lost her dog. The woman gave my daughter her cell phone number, in … Continue reading

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Wild

December: cold, a scattering of snow, the ice settling into the ground. In Hardwick, on impulse, I stop into a store and buy a string of white lights with wooden reindeer for my daughters. It’s Sunday morning, and hardly anyone … Continue reading

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The Long Haul

After work, it’s too dark to go running, and I’m home in a foul mood while my daughters cook dinner. While cleaning out a closet that afternoon, they discovered a box of photographs and claimed the photos were evidence there … Continue reading

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Asking for Good News

Every few days or so, a friend and I email back and forth, asking for good news. Occasionally, it’s utterly knock-it-out-of-the-park news — I finished this revision of my book — but more often the meaningful mundaneness of everyday life. … Continue reading

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Starting Stick Season

At the end of our dead-end road, my neighbor and I call to each other, checking in, seeking news. Their 5-year-old loves kindergarten, cut his own hair, lost his first tooth, and is learning to read. My neighbor laughs at … Continue reading

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Teenagers Recite Poems

Reluctantly, my daughter drags herself to a required high school poetry recitation. While I chat with parents I haven’t seen in ages, I see her laughing with a boy she’s known since third grade. Adolescents and poetry — how fun! … Continue reading

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