Posts Tagged ‘Jessica Griffith’
You Can’t Hide from Winter
November 8, 2017
Winter is coming. All of northern Michigan seems to whisper the warning. The sun is slower to rise each day, and the mist clings to the lakes when I drive my children to school in the darkness. Our neighbors have been anticipating the first snowfall since we arrived here in August, when it was ninety-two…
Read MoreMy Soul Thirsts
November 2, 2015
My children’s Michigan fact book says you can’t go more than eight miles without hitting water in this state, but it must be less this far north. I imagine the land shifting and disappearing beneath my feet as it does at the shoreline, except I’m standing in my kitchen. “You’re basically living on a big…
Read MoreDriving the Dark Roads
October 14, 2015
The other day I got an email from a high-school boyfriend, which drove me headlong into remembrance of a time in my life I’ve tried to forget. My husband is the only person I know who enjoyed high school, so I don’t harbor any delusions that my unhappiness made me unique among teenagers. In fact,…
Read MoreHe Shall Be a Light
December 16, 2010
On the day after Thanksgiving my dad would disappear into the attic while I waited at the foot of the ladder for him to bring them down. One by one, I wiped the dust from their crowns. We had the full set in faded plastic, melted in spots from summer storage in the Louisiana heat:…
Read MoreWhat Keeps Me Here
March 22, 2010
Two nights a week, I tutor students in the college’s writing center. Inevitably we have nights with no appointments, and the other tutors, also students, do their homework and monitor Texts from Last Night and Facebook. And we talk. We talk a lot about my pregnancy, probably too much, as they’ve come to refer to…
Read MoreGod’s Time
March 2, 2010
There are many things I’d hoped to write about for this post: those Dominican nuns on Oprah last week; the moral ferocity of Little House on the Prairie; how I finally finished Middlemarch. But every time I sit down to write, the baby inside me starts kicking, and it becomes impossible for me to think…
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