Shelley Wood

On the first March day to feel as if it has Spring tucked like a bouquet behind its back and is twitching to yank it out and surprise us, I take my bike from its winter den. A long hibernation: it has been in the basement leaning dolefully against the patio furniture since my stress fracture last Thanksgiving. The brakes protest against soft tires—an eerie, winnowing sound—as I roll it around the house and up the garden path to the driveway. I … [Read more...] about Happiness, Moving

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Mist is drifting off the lake while the December sun consoles the crest of the snow-capped hills with its golden hand. … [Read more...] about Christmas, Reinstated

Last month I stayed in a hotel room the shape and colour of a TicTac and only slightly larger. … [Read more...] about This is Not a Drill

For S.P. on the occasion of her half-centennial. … [Read more...] about The Lake Swimmer

The jolt and hum of the train, the green hills smudging past and, across the aisle, my nieces—two coltish girls on the thorny cusp of womanhood. … [Read more...] about Detour Along the Road Not Taken