My father’s house
Recently I had cause to spend a couple of nights in an old abandoned farmhouse, moving out decades worth of stored furniture. I was both relieved and disappointed that there […]
Author Archives: SFine
What we might have said, if we had known in time
I’m worried, I said to my sister, half a country away. I am too, she said. I remember a news item, little commented upon, a little more than a month […]
This unfinished turn around the sun
In California the winters are green and the summers are brown, the opposite of where we come from. It took some getting used to, like you being gone has taken […]
Shirt Tails of Christmas Past
One year my boyfriend told me he had to get his cousin a Christmas present and asked me to help him pick something out. I was truly so naive I […]
A tale of two tweets
Scrolling through Twitter yesterday, two tweets stayed with me. One shows goth rocker Alice Cooper serving meals at a homeless shelter, but it wasn’t his rock and rollishness that stood […]
If there is a heaven
If there is a heaven, it’s searching through a crowd for someone you have been separated from, someone you can’t wait to see.
Coming up close
…and he just got into his car and drove away
A letter to the universe
We talk about reaching solid ground and solid ground does not exist. The ground is faulted; necessarily so. Balance is an illusion.
Tiny Signs of Life
Little signs of life in a big landscape.
Goodbye, my dear
Clint Miller, who was once my husband for 19 years, and my friend even longer, has died.
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