Bare, revisited

Fire, small and mean, spits at me, its red darting flames just like my daughter’s tongue when it protrudes from her mouth to scorn me. I scowl back. Fistfuls of smoke pour over the cauldron; howling winds grab the steam and fling it out on the high prairie beyond the grove of trees encircling me. […]



‘Tis the season for richly adorned catalogs. Each day, our mailbox is stuffed with brightly-colored photographs of blenders and comforters and baubles and cookies and sweaters and tinsel and, always, “Top Ten” lists for dads (which without fail beg the question, “Would you actually buy that?!”). These glossies give little fingers trouble as they work hard […]