One of the holiday gifts his parents gave the boy was a blow gun, which he loved. It was not a toy for small children, to be sure.
Chief Stan tells me you don’t have any snow there yet, but when you do, there may be sledding in the plans.
But it ended with my mother running out into the snow in her stocking feet. And me sitting in a chiropractor’s office.
Confession: For the first month or two of winter, I revel in the coziness, the hot drinks, the layers of hoodies and afghans. And then at some point (December 26th, maybe) I switch strategies, and begin ignoring the weather out of existence… because I simply can’t hang in there that long without becoming claustrophobic. Here’s […]
This is the time of year when I finally give the season a name: I call it This Horrible Winter That Never Ends. Then I feel badly, because it is rather terrible to look a thing in the eyes and label it something cruel. This is the time of year when A Boatload of Snow […]
With deepest apologies to Horace, Keats, Shelley, Rossetti, and anyone else who ever created something beautiful. Also to my grandmother and my first-grade teacher, who expected better. * Season of clouds, of barren gray and dun Close bosom-friend of darkness. What is sun? A thing of faerie. Bitterest wind, and snow on snow Relentless misery […]