‘Oh, let there be nothing on earth but laundry’

I have laundry on the line. Navy blue flannel sheets, a white blanket, a pair of my son’s tiny pants, an even tinier pair of socks, one bra. We installed the line and pulleys a few weeks ago. Tom, my husband, used some green army rope, leftover from his combat engineer days, to tie theContinue reading “‘Oh, let there be nothing on earth but laundry’”

‘They lay on the earth like sadness come to rest’

Just a little detour In the autumn of 2005, Dad and I were driving the back road to Main-à-dieu, his Cape Breton village. Just beyond Little Lorraine, a pretty cove sprinkled with immaculate houses, he turned down a dirt road. “Just a little detour,” he said. It was a road a city-trained eye like mineContinue reading “‘They lay on the earth like sadness come to rest’”