Monthly Archives: April 2013

The Amish Hitchhiker

“Could you give me a ride downtown?” Thus began my mini-moral dilemma. I didn’t know the large, elderly Amish man who happened to be trudging by my house as I opened the front door to let the frantically barking Chaussette in. At first we’d just exchanged friendly waves—standard procedure in my interactions with the local […]

The Lullaby

Sage was lying on the floor with the dozing Chaussette tonight and decided to sing her a lullaby. He sang the lyrics to “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star,” but the melody was his own creation: a lilting little tune sung so softly and sweetly that I felt tears well up. I didn’t have a camera or […]

Happy Children, Happy Dog

Chaussette was born in the depths of winter—on New Year’s Day, no less, so she’s a metaphor for renewal as well as a puppy. As a result, she spent her first weeks of life in a warm Amish kitchen, handled almost from birth by a welter of enthusiastic Amish children. That’s why she’s always had […]

My son is literate!!!

Sage read his first book today, “Today I Will Fly” by Mo Willems. He read all 57 pages of it while I was brushing my teeth. It was rough going at a few points, but he did it! My son is literate!!!

Aquanion Castle

Sage’s first piece of architecture has been created: Aquanion Castle was born when he discovered a chunk missing from the edge of a large flower pot in front of our house. “Don’t worry,” I reassured him. “It will make a perfect toad house if we flip it over.” It was good advice—in theory. The reality […]

The Mulberry Tree

NOTE: The photo shows my grandmother, Naomi Kimball Harris, as a child; she’s standing next to her beloved mulberry tree. I’m hoping to submit this piece to the Poetica Grandmatica anthology this year since it’s a publication dedicated to works by and about grandmothers. Please let me know if you have any suggestions for it! […]

The Aspirations of Wild Things

I saw a rare sight today: a herd of deer picking their way delicately across one of the fields behind our house. One would think, being out in the country, deer would hardly be a novelty, but they are. (I’ve even found myself wishing we had MORE deer when the ground was covered with half-spoiled […]