Belonging
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Ordinary Life, Noticed | Still Home Beneath the Change
The geese don’t own the puddle. Neither do the mallards. Stella and Stanley certainly haven’t filed any paperwork. Shelly seems unconcerned with property boundaries. Pinecone may believe the entire backyard belongs to them, but that’s a separate issue. And technically, even I don’t own the puddle. Yet somehow, they all belong here. So do I.… Continue reading
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The Family That Was, and the Family That Became
A personal reflection on remembrance, belonging, and the histories we carry October 15, 1977. That is the day my dad died. I was seven years old, my sister Barb was ten, almost eleven, and my mom hadn’t even turned thirty-two. My dad was forty-three. This year will mark forty-nine years since his death, and I… Continue reading
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Ordinary Life, Noticed | Home Does Not Disappear When It Changes
The puddle belongs to September just as much as it belonged to July. That seems obvious. The water doesn’t stop belonging because the temperature changes. The trees don’t become less part of the landscape when their leaves begin changing. The geese that remain don’t have more claim to this place than the ones that eventually… Continue reading