Tag Archives: family

remembering Ed

Summers, years ago we used to sit with binocs out front of the cottage Sundays and comment on topless beauties passing on gleaming white boats; God I miss those days when he and I would sit on our asses, sipping … Continue reading

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hiatus

little brothers sleeping twisted in blankets and sheets like free-falling stars and tentacles still as a portrait gentle as a cyclone ready as a nail metaphor for tomorrow in our silent pre-dawn house

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a little carpentry

My sons came home to help my arthritic shoulders raise high the roof (read: install a new ceiling in the upstairs bathroom). The old ceiling has been flaky: paint and plaster falling like errant snow. The word “help” is relative: … Continue reading

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