A Missing Peace

A Missing Peace

The Catskills—I remember laughing at the name when I was a little girl. Jamie and I had been working on our map of the United States—the massive puzzle we had spent the whole first week of summer putting together—when I heard the name for the first time. It was humid...
Colic – Part 3

Colic – Part 3

[Read Part 1 here : https://www.close2thebone.co.uk/wp/colic-part-1/] [Read Part 2 here : https://www.close2thebone.co.uk/wp/colic-part-2/] By this time, I was hungry, hot, and exhausted. Every second in the house left me more depleted. After foraging in the pantry...
Colic – Part 3

Colic – Part 2

[Read Part 1 here : https://www.close2thebone.co.uk/wp/colic-part-1/] I crept out of the kitchen, my sock sticking to the spot where the batter had spilled, and towards the sitting room, looking for something to do. Whenever I was at a big family gathering around the...
Colic – Part 3

Colic – Part 1

The old family station wagon hiccupped over the chewed-up country road, puffing its way slowly up out of each divot. It adopted a sort of rhythm, and I let the car rock me in the backseat, my eyelids drooping lazily. But then came a big pothole, one that made the car...