When I was 8 or 9, I wrote a note and placed it in a bottle made of green glass. Then I carefully set it into the current of the Willamette River, imagining it traveling onward to the Columbia, and then finally, plopping into the Pacific Ocean. And then, I waited. What I hoped for … Continue reading A note in a bottle
Month: February 2017
Those things left behind
When Dad died and I helped clean out his apartment, I found a stash of Irish Spring soap. I didn't inherit Dad's need to stock up on things: I gave most away, but I took one, and now, over two years later, it still sits at my bathroom sink. Every day or so I smell … Continue reading Those things left behind
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