I’m staying at my son’s house in Denver, to cat sit and kind of live his life while he and his girlfriend travel in Asia. On a bureau in his bedroom, I found a framed photo of the two of us walking along a trail high in the Rocky Mountains, when he was seven years old. We’re holding hands, advancing toward a huge view--a short story in visual form. Families are complicated, as this collection shows. But how achingly beautiful at times! Things remembered and forgotten, indeed.
I’m staying at my son’s house in Denver, to cat sit and kind of live his life while he and his girlfriend travel in Asia. On a bureau in his bedroom, I found a framed photo of the two of us walking along a trail high in the Rocky Mountains, when he was seven years old. We’re holding hands, advancing toward a huge view--a short story in visual form. Families are complicated, as this collection shows. But how achingly beautiful at times! Things remembered and forgotten, indeed.