Book Air

There are days that are dominated by memory. Some specific, some sporadic, a smell maybe, a song, an old picture and wham, you're not just remembering, you are there again. I mean, a secret door has opened and there  you stand at fourteen. Time splits. You're the you you are now, stunned that you are … Continue reading Book Air

Preschool

Tonight I read you No Roses for Harry and you had forgotten the bird in the picture, a speck in the sky carrying Harry’s unraveled sweater. You’ve forgotten, too, how you first read Big Red Barn, supplying sounds for words you did not know, and following the mouse in Goodnight Moon or that well-timed gasp … Continue reading Preschool