Author Archives: Rebecca White Body
A few nights ago, there was an unexpected knock at the door. At first, I assumed that Paul had been on Amazon again. I thought it was odd for a delivery to be made so long past dark, but I opened the door fully expecting to sign for something. It wasn’t a deliveryman, though; it […]
This is a story for a new year: a combination of loss and epiphany—a beginning unfurling beyond an end. It starts on a hill, a steep descent where the road had been bordered by enwombing trees—a cool shady tunnel during the summer, a place where ferns and flowers nestled against the almost vertical edge on […]
Despite my best intentions, eco-friendly, service-oriented gifts just aren’t cutting it with Sage: It’s Legos and remote-control vehicles all the way. Grandma Mary Ann and Papa scored a major coup with the Mother of All Christmas Gifts–a remote control Lego set. (Although it can be constructed in several different ways, its current incarnation is a […]
Some images render words unnecessary. The following, I think, is one of them:
After a few weeks of holiday chaos–and a round of technical difficulties with my work website that made me seriously consider becoming Amish–I’m finally ready to post again. My subject: Ugly Sweaters. The Augusta Friends of the Library hosted an Ugly Sweater party at the Beaver Bowl last night. Would anyone come? Questionable. Did I […]
The Earth around me is bleak, shivering under a thin mantle of snow. So I’ll add cheer to the day by posting a scene from autumn’s full glory. There. That helped.
Winter isn’t QUITE here yet, but it’s scratching at the door–and Sage has the giant snowball to prove it. Yesterday brought an inch or two of sloppy wet snow to our neck of the woods, and Sage lost no time launching himself into the yard and rolling a snowball of striking proportions; it was especially […]