Writing

My Husband

I’ve started keeping a tally, which is the surest sign a thing has caught my curiosity and won’t quit. The phrase is “my husband.” Women here say it constantly. My husband put up the fence. My husband won’t touch squash.…

Old Dog, New Tricks (Sort Of)

The old adage about teaching old dogs new tricks doesn’t hold up well around here. I’ve spent my whole working life learning and adapting, though not in the way you might picture. I’m not the one who writes the elegant…

The Loudest Version Wins

I read something this morning that made me close the laptop and go outside. It doesn’t much matter what it was, which is sort of the point. A take, delivered with complete certainty, about something the writer clearly hadn’t turned…

My Frogs Are Back

The frogs are back. They started singing in March, same as the last two years, and the pond greeted five or six of them — sometimes closer to ten when I count carefully and they cooperate by holding still. The…