200 years ago, you could get lost in this prairie. Lost in the Indian grass, switchgrass, coneflowers, sunflowers, balancing stars, goldenrod, wild indigo. There would be interruption of hardwood forest. North of here, you’d be in pine and water. Hundreds of years ago, travelers could leave the southern tip of Lake Michigan, where Chicago is …
I remember Danni saying there is nothing so holy as root beer, so seriously she stopped what she was doing. I remember her baby faced behind the wheel of a Plymouth, laying into the horn and saying Vegas, baby, though we only ever made it to Billings and her face didn’t seem like a baby …
I apologized to my sister, to my father, to my old landlord and to my ex-husband. Those I couldn’t find to apologize to I wrote on a list, and put the list on my mirror, and realized this writing was as much a thank you as it was an apology. Because what happened, after each, …
Once, while talking about my grief, I was asked “have you prayed?” Not asked: told. What they mean is that they don’t understand you or have any good answers and they think you’d better take your problems elsewhere. Prayer is the odd proposition that does not answer the the question, but opens all the doors …
