Mother

We all have or have had one. The woman who gave birth to us and/or took care of us, whether we appreciate her or resent her, she helped us grow into the people we are today, good or bad. I hope that you are in contact with your mother if you can be. I hope…

Summer In Gilmanton

Bike tires on dirt roads The wind whipping past my ears Listening for frogs Jumping in the babbling brooks along the way To The Farm Red Barn, yellow house Tall grass in need of mowing Steps made out of granite, framed by Brown-eyed Susans Two old rocking chairs adorn the porch, strewn with fire wood…

Christmas Eve

It’s Christmas Eve. I’m five years old. I’m lying in bed watching the light stream through the vinyl blinds. It’s nighttime but the moon is bright and it’s being reflected off the snow that is blanketing the ground. I’m supposed to be sleeping. I can hear music coming from the other room. I lift the…

Today, we celebrate Thomas!

Today is my husband’s birthday. We met when I was a freshman in high school. We started living together almost immediately. Thomas and I made a great team back then and now, nineteen birthdays later, we are unstoppable. In one of my English classes, we were tasked with writing an essay about an important person in our…

Beauty

There is a cemetery along the walk I take with my dog and as I walk by I study the gravestones. I look at the names and at the dates. Some of them have battery operated lighting, flowers and wreaths, trinkets and a lot of them seem to have been long forgotten. As I searched…

The Farm

It’s funny how some things just stick with you. When I was a kid, there was this farm. It was just down the road from my grandparent’s house. My dad helped Chris Robertson, whose family owned the farm, with some of the chores. They sheered sheep with what looked to me like long handled scissors…

Sally

She loves Elvis, the color purple and taking care of her family and friends. She has always been there for me. Always. She encourages, supports and is right there to lend a hand when someone needs it, she would give away her last dollar without a second thought. My grandmother brought four children into this…

In Memory of Painted Fingernails

I can see my mom. She’s about the age I am now. She’s sitting in a chair pulled up to a white plastic table. The patio furniture is on a brick-red porch attached to the trailer we rent. I’m about twelve or thirteen, walking home from school, peering over the rock wall that divides the…

Missing mom

I miss my mom. I took it for granted that I’d always be able to call her later, that she’d always be there when I needed her to be. Her physical body is gone but she’s still with me. She’s in the butterflies that cross my path, she’s in the leaves turning color and in…

Fifteen Years

This June marks fifteen years since I graduated high school. Fifteen years. I recently flipped through my yearbooks, trying to remember the names that went to the faces of kids who had not yet become the people they were meant to be. I stopped on a page from my junior year. The picture staring back…

A great-grandmother’s letter

I have started researching my genealogy and have become quite intrigued by it. My grandmother had saved this letter from her mother, my Nana. I find it very heart-warming.   Dear Children, I’ve had a lovely life with you all. You’ve been all good to me and I loved you all. Please pray for me…

Mark

My friend Jamie and I were going into Laconia to visit her older brother Mark. He was downtown at Baron’s Billiards, a pool hall where one could rent a table by the hour. We walked in and over to where Mark and his friend Tom were playing pool. Tom was sitting on a bar stool,…