It’s early morning and Grandma just yelled from the bottom of the stairs for Daddy to get up. Through the thin wall I hear him jump out of bed. He does it fast, like he can’t wait to meet the new day or like someone who’s been awake for a…
All summer Dad sat in the blue metal chair by the front door. “Can’t reach my cane,” he would call to my daughter as she played in the yard. Honey would race to him, place the cane into his knotted hands and pat his knees, then run back to her…
I’m a sailor on the Edward L. Ryerson. A ship called the Queen of the Lakes. I work every day in the engine room. I work as my broken heart aches. We sail from Superior to Hamilton. We pass through the famous Soo Locks. I stand on the deck of…
