We live on the 5th floor of a new apartment building. We have 14 foot tall ceilings with 10 feet of windows overlooking a wooded area. We also have a small deck which the cats love. Worried that they would press between the iron railings, we installed heavy duty plastic mesh on the inside of the rails. But last week we went to a movie and left the door open so the cats could enjoy the beautiful Indian summer afternoon. Coming home, we couldn’t find Risk anywhere. Othello, his older brother, did his best to relentlessly inform us the balcony was where we needed to be looking. Finally assuming he’d…
When I was a girl, there was a creek at the bottom of our street. This creek commanded much of our attention. In the summer we splashed in the water and looked for minnows. In the winter, we slid across the ice. Since the creek was only inches deep, there was never a risk. Recently, I took my husband to the street where so much of my childhood unfolded and the creek at the center of my world was nothing more than a dribble. What place do you remember as larger than life?