The Secret Place

The Secret Place

The house stood empty. Dad and I stood exhausted. With our backs against our overloaded trucks we stared at the home where time had knitted our family together since 1960. Mom was gone now, and we were packing up. Bright rectangles on the walls showed where hanging...
Girl with a grey sweatshirt

Girl with a grey sweatshirt

On a recent autumn day, as I worked to get the last few outdoor chores done before we were plunged into another Maine winter, I was scraping old dry caulk from the window frame in the door that leads to the back yard when my 23 year-old daughter Amanda darted past me...
Storing up treasures

Storing up treasures

We live in the age of stuff, the man thought. He was staring at his barn from the dining room window. It was so chock full that he recently had to build storage racks in his garage, to hold yet more stuff. As Christmas approached, the frantic obsession with stuff...