Tag: childhood memories

Up the Withalacoochee

Strange, how there’s no money in bending spoons, levitating, walking through walls, eating fire. Stranger still, the mind’s tireless insistence on returning to the same vault of memory:  a woven hammock bleached by the sun, beach glass, the texture of a Van Gogh, metallic… Continue Reading “Up the Withalacoochee”

A Child’s Christmas in Oregon

In our little country house in the sopping-wet Willamette valley winter, heat radiated from the woodstove as my mother rubbed a cast-iron pan back and forth upon it, one hand holding a lid down tight to make popcorn the old-fashioned way.  I’d lay on… Continue Reading “A Child’s Christmas in Oregon”

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