I am not sure what blinding light my mother saw as a small child, but her future was much darker than whatever caused her to squint up at the sky as she stumbled across a …
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You Go, I Go
I used to be a firefighter. And among the many important moments I had in the fire academy, two come to mind. The first was when I acknowledged the fact that there was a very real possibility I could die …
No Exceptions (A Visit from Yellow-Yellow)
Always about the Adirondacks is a pileup of loosely held, emphatically shared rumors. Alongside skiing, climbing, kayaking, and hiking—spreading gossip, and quizzing its sources, is local sport. Each time I return, I’m greeted with stories of varying validity. Once, asking a retired neighbor why this hobby seemed, in our experience, more commonplace among ruralites than city dwellers, she simply shrugged and yawned out: Something to do.
