When to Hit Your Kid with a Bat

When to Hit Your Kid with a Bat

Declan’s chasing me with a stick. “Don’t chase me with a stick,” I say. I know someone whose eye was poked out. Sticks are dangerous. “I’m not chasing you. The zombie’s chasing you.” “Zombies go slow.” Plants...

Low on Wood (That’s What She Said)

I look at the pile. Dwindling. I have one more day. I’m obsessing. Must…get…more…wood. My husband said, “Let it burn out. It’s the end of March.” That’s not how I roll. Years in restaurants—I stock and rotate. Years in teaching—I plan weeks ahead. I’ll be out of wood...

Obstructions

I’m running late… It happens. A lot. I get up to do some work in the morning. Then I leave late for…work. I’ll drive faster.  I want to back out of the driveway. A fawn stares me down. I stop. I wait. I’ll make up the time on the back...