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The year I became a summertime blonde, I moved through air thick as mink, lingered most evenings at Bloom School.   I turned slowly on the lowest swing, let dirt…    read more

  Nelson Candy says he saw him cross the snowmobile trail which divides the field he recently hayed.   “A white nose like an old dog’s,” he insists. They were…    read more

That winter I hauled frozen water buckets from the stalls to my stove, then warmed myself while listening to the aural sighs of wind coming through rag-jammed windows.   After…    read more

  That night, Lily and her mother are home alone. Tom has gone to play poker with Ivan and the men. Gloria knows Ivan will clean him out, but has…    read more

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