That Summer, at a Pond in Nebraska

She sat on the dock with a fishing pole in her hands, her bare feet dangling down to the water, but not quite reaching, dressed in cutoff shorts and a red tank top that set off the pale white of her skinny arms and shoulders, her head topped off with a yellow hat, almost like [...]

Each Autumn in Nebraska

Always the Sunday morning before Halloween, when the leaves left on the trees are still the Fall rainbow of reds, oranges, and yellows, I get the supplies ready in the back of our powder-blue Ford pickup as you make our lunch in our small kitchen, and, after we put on our matching blue windbreakers, we [...]

The Trip to the Tree at Christmas

You set out with him in a blizzard, you in your Mighty Mac, him in his parka, workboots, wool hat, and holding in the firm grip of his thick black gloves an axe. Though only ten minutes have passed since you left the house, it seems like hours the wind’s been driving the snow into [...]

Each Nebraska Winter

A good mother sews mittens on her children’s faces, not out of madness, but mostly love mixed with a small degree of guilt, for she has birthed six children all missing their tongues, instead having two tiny hands at the end of tiny arms jutting out of their perpetually opened mouths. And each Nebraska winter, [...]

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