Enough Rope

Hook Stone woke in the rear bedroom of his deer camp and saw a halo of white light on his bedroom ceiling. He blinked a few times and yes, a halo was still up there. He blinked some more, trying…
Hook Stone woke in the rear bedroom of his deer camp and saw a halo of white light on his bedroom ceiling. He blinked a few times and yes, a halo was still up there. He blinked some more, trying…
“You don’t know how lucky you are to live here, to grow up with all this,” my mother would say, sometimes with a theatrical gesture toward the lake, the island, and the mountains. “Don’t ever take it for granted,” she…
If she weren’t going on the trip, she’d be starting community college in a couple of weeks. She was trading education for an experience, something not many in her small town of Vergennes, Vermont, understood. Except for her grandmother Nell.…
“A Rag and Bone and a Hank of Hair” (from The Vampire, Rudyard Kipling, 1897) Time flows over memories, reshaping them like wind flowing over stone. When I was about 12 years old Granny, my mother’s mother, told me what…
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