Author: Maysam

My great-great-grandfather came to visit us at the lake. This was unexpected because he died 110 years earlier. He spoke in a Mennonite brogue that featured sure-footed enunciation with short demanding sentences and syntax reminiscent of a buggy ride over frozen stubble. Clear eyes stared you down into the frost-blackened remains of a failed Turkey […]

I met an otter near the public boat launch. He was eating the remnants of a Wendy’s hamburger. As I approached, he shuffled around, giving me his back. I knew he wanted privacy but couldn’t help staring. “Excuse me,” he said. “May I help you?” “I’m sorry. It’s just…” “It’s just that you’ve never seen […]