The Sundial

I lost my sundial in the summertime. From off a balcony. In Los Angeles. Quite fitting, perhaps, for someone born in winter. In a log cabin. In North Dakota. It was a family heirloom, the only one I was handed down when the wills were read. Out of a possible ten heirlooms, I was given … Continue reading The Sundial

Payback

My mother cackled on the other end of the telephone line when I told her what we were dealing with. My seven-year old daughter had thrown a major fit when asked to go to sleep on her own, sobbing loudly in her bed, which in turn was keeping my four-year old awake. And, of course, … Continue reading Payback