August Plea

Let the ink drain from the calendar, each little box emptying out its pockets. Let doctor appointments and committee meetings and car repairs fall to the floor. Let the cat’s teeth be uncleaned one more month. Let the book club keep reading the same coming of age novel into September. Three dinners with friends, two […]

The Job of Ice

St. Paul, mid-January, car to daycare,  typical sidewalk patchwork:  compacted snow, scraped concrete, shiny ice, a sharp, abbreviated  slip that doesn’t quite end  with a fall. I hate the ice, I say.  What even is the job of ice? asks my son. In summer I detailed the jobs  of worms, mosquitos, rain, bees,  convincing him […]