There was a headless bunny at the end of our neighbor’s driveway last week. We saw it, Ranger and me, on at least two of our walks. On the first walk Ranger found it. He smelled it from half a

There was something different about the crick in spring. In the winter we sometimes skated near the front of it, where the water collected just enough to almost be a pond, or we rode our toboggan down the hills in

Someone hit the house with the hay wagon at least once every summer. Sometimes the corner outside the kitchen door, sometimes the brick planter, too close to the driveway on the side of the house, sometimes the roof right where

My family’s earliest memories were born in hell. The hell of a burning steamship on a November-cold lake. A hell where too few lifeboats filled too quickly, where families decided in a sleep-groggy instant which of them should stay behind,