“I love va-ca-tions! I love va-ca-tions!” Alison sang for the umpteenth time. Feeling as crimped as the new curls in her strawberry-blonde coiffure, Eileen turned to confront her daughter. “Alison, if you yell in this car once more—” The girl seemed to be weighing the punishment against the suspense of not knowing it. “If you…
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Harvest of Memories
Crimson jewels my husband picked sit in white ice cream buckets on our kitchen table, facing me, challenging me. He pats me on the back, whispering sweet matrimonial-style nothings: “Honey, how about making fresh cranberry jelly?” I smile grimly and search for a recipe. I haven’t canned cranberries for years, not since my granny was…
In Praise of Neighbors
“Are the kids still up?” my husband asked as our minivan turned down the driveway. I strained to see through the trees. “Everything looks black.” Our teenagers usually lit up the house, played loud music, watched movies and gorged on junk food during our rare absences. “Someone’s been here.” He pointed to tire tracks in…
Constance Colson-Clay 