Right now, my kids are watching the news. To be specific, they’re watching election results roll in. They don’t understand the full scope of things, but they know that Mama likes the blue people. That she supports health care and education and gun control and protections for people who don’t look like her or them. … Continue reading Shields
The knock at the door came at a bad time. I’d driven for two days straight with a car full of things from my dead mom’s house--on the anniversary of her death, no less. One kid was in the bath, the other was clamoring for dinner. The neighbors were having a Sunday evening backyard party … Continue reading The boys next door
It starts with sleeping late, only not too late, or you’ll miss out. Wait until you hear tires crunching on the driveway’s crackled pavement to hop in the shower. Be quick; the hot water only lasts so long, and your father will be back any minute now. Go into the kitchen. By now your father … Continue reading How to have a Sunday
“I have one favor to ask. Just one. Please?” We were standing by the river’s edge, waiting for a small barge to take us across to Camp Westwind, where we planned to spend the weekend in rustic cabins without internet or cell service with a hundred strangers – all families of children in our kids’ … Continue reading Punctuation
Christine Hanolsy 