I was cleaning out a closet in my house when I pulled out a tub of crocheted items and felt a lump lodge in my throat. My father—who would have turned 70 this week but succumbed to pancreatic cancer in 2004—had made the items for me and my daughters during my...
I have seen a squirrel run up a tree backwards. I have seen the pale blue smoke of dirtbikes hanging in the morning mist. I have seen mailmen without a smile. I have seen ants heft a crumb, heaving in unison. I have seen a dead friend in a casket. I have seen puppies...
