Tag: friend

• May 9, 2014

  Kathryn

  1200 miles from home on the southeast side of Vermont, I sat at a table outfitted with strawberry rhubarb pie and sweet tea good enough for any southerner. Below, a blind mare bumped into the side of the barn-turned-home of a woman who had invited me into her way of life long before I left…
• February 21, 2014

  Eleven Years

  He gets confused sometimes— gets up, walks a few steps, –pauses– looks blankly ahead then turns around, sits back down slowly. The doctor says it’s dementia; it’s just the beginning, really. It’s in his eyes, though: everything. He’s not forgotten anything; I’ve not, either— not the way he sat with me quietly through the years:…