Where's the village?

Wednesday, September 16, 2015

Snow shoveling

When I was 6 or 7, and we were living in Fairfax, we got a huge amount of snow. I don't remember how much, but to me it felt enormous. Maybe 2 or 3 feet all at once, which is pretty intense for Virginia. I have a distinct memory of going out in my snow suit and shoveling through the drifts in the back yard. I went for what felt like a long time, and was really impressed with how much I'd done. Then I just lay down in my little snow canyon and stared up. The walls of snow around me were high enough that all I could see was sky. I was very comfortable, and very content, and very tired.

And that's what I remember.

Monday, September 14, 2015


The dajadaddy asked me to start writing down my memories. I'm so scatterbrained these days but I'm going to put down little vignettes and anecdotes as I remember them.