creative nonfiction

Mother’s Day

Most holidays I call home. When I call this day, my mom answers. She seems pleasantly surprised. My siblings are there and their kids and their kid’s kids. It is a full house and per the holiday tradition the phone gets passed around. I say hello and happy mother’s day and the phone goes to brother,…

Beaver Lake

One morning, not so long ago, my husband and I walked together. We followed a muddy wisp of a trail along the river to a beaver pond, or lake, as it’s called, Beaver Lake. The sun shone in our eyes and made the frost on the trees glint. We were chilled at first but the…

The Wolf

I have never seen a wolf. Not in the wild. My dad did, once. Up north, as they say, in the Boundary Waters. We kids were all asleep in the tent when he woke to cook trout caught the night before. And to smoke cigarettes. Just him and the rocks and an early morning mist. …