
Ghost Bark
(Excerpt from Rowena Wentworth’s journal) 16 October 2023 I heard it again this morning. It was a bark, just a single bark, but it woke me up from a night’s sleep. I […]
(Excerpt from Rowena Wentworth’s journal) 16 October 2023 I heard it again this morning. It was a bark, just a single bark, but it woke me up from a night’s sleep. I […]
“You know you’re the only one of us who can do this.” Gerald Holloway, the chief of the prehistoric archaeological team, was speaking. Grace Ling nodded. She was barely five feet tall, had trouble […]
Mary Martin, aged 22, St. Louis, Missouri (circa 1967) Mistress Mary, quite contrary How does your garden grow? With silver bells and cockleshells And pretty maids all in a row. Old English nursery rhyme […]
A gift of May flowers hanging from a doorknob It was ironic, thought Sophie Martin, that the eve of her first anniversary—the anniversary of her first year without alcohol—should coincide with the hazard […]
The woman in the hospital bed hadn’t spoken for days. She would neither eat nor drink. She was concentrating on the difficult work of dying. Fiona arrived in the morning, her arms full of daffodils. […]
The festive Yuletide table with flowers, bayberry candles, and crackers It was Sister Dear who christened our house “Barky Manor,” because we nearly always had a dog or two running about. […]
Barky Manor in its heyday (2007) A few years ago I wrote an essay titled “The Weirdness of Planning for Extreme Old Age,” in which I described our ill-fated attempt to move to a retirement […]
“But, mom–” Laurie Russell stared at her mother in dismay. “Didn’t we make a bargain on your birthday last month that if I gave you the cellphone of your dreams, you would do a huge […]
Her looks were unusual: was she really who she seemed to be? The wind was high that gray December afternoon as we passengers stood obediently in line to board the jet from Dulles Airport […]
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