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...
The dock came out to meet us

The dock came out to meet us

I wrote this in September 2011, and I wanted to convey in the simplest way that things change…while not really changing at all. Our family has had camps on a remote Adirondack lake for about 100 years, and they are only accessible by boat. The lake never...
I love you without words

I love you without words

This was written in April of 2012. It’s hard to watch our beloved parents age…   Two weeks ago my dad opened the door to his Jeep, hopped up onto the rocker panel, and tried to heave a ladder up over his head and onto to the roof rack. Midway through...
A river always flows downstream

A river always flows downstream

I wrote this story in 2007, about a five-day canoe trip my dad and I made down the Raquette River in the Adirondack Mountains of New York in 1986.   I passed Dad on the trail—he walking west, me walking east. I served him a wink. “Better pick up the pace there,...

The girl in the crowd

[This first appeared in my hometown paper, The Bridgton News, in the spring of 2014] On paper I am the dumbest person in my family. Although I have a college degree, my son (the marine engineer) is twice as educated as I am, and my wife (the nutritionist) and my...
A long for the fork

A long for the fork

High from the north the new summer dawn slants in early, golden and burning above the distant ridge and slicing through a muggy haze over the meadow and blazing in through the window, streaking and glinting across the top of our dining room table. I bought the table...