parenting – Life Along The River

Raccoons

Our mouths are full of blue corn chips when we see the hit. We pause our chewing to mumble and point out at the dark, windshield wipers batting at the rain. We are sure we saw something. Saw something rush out on the road and into the headlights of the car ahead. “Possum?” I…

Moonlight Sonata

I stand in the garden watching a crescent moon hover above the tips of the fir trees. The thrushes surge in their singing as they do at dusk and swallows swirl about the eves. Music drifts out an open window – my son playing piano – like I have never heard before. Teenage angst…

Geese

A spring, not so long ago, I discovered two Canada geese in the field by the blue pool. A spring when my father was still alive. The pool is a luminous ribbon of water that arches away from the river and cuts across a fallow field. I visit this part of the river often. Follow the…