I best remember Mother wearing an apron. She generally wore her bib-style apron to protect the dress underneath while saving her fancy half aprons for holidays and entertaining. Her favorite bib apron was red gingham with white eyelet across the hem, fashioned from a set of her mother’s hand-me-down curtains. Another was made from a […]
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Sara Etgen-Baker
You Had Me At Pumpkin Spice
Days grow shorter, and the air turns crisper. It’s sweater weather again, and pumpkin spice season has finally here! Hooray! Pumpkin spice, a seasonal delight, is obsessed by many. Pumpkin spice Oreos? I’ll buy a few bags. Pumpkin spice pancakes slathered in pumpkin spice syrup? Of course. Pumpkin spice Twinkies? They’re way better than s’mores. […]
Autumn Stream
This morning, I discovered a small trail leading off one of the main trails that I frequently walk. I shielded my eyes and looked deep into the woods but wasn’t able to see the direction of the trail. I listened closely and heard the giggling water of a nearby brook. The trees gentle rustled beckoning […]
Desert Beauty: a Haibun
I glanced in the side view mirror of the U-Haul truck. One mile forward, one more, and then another. With each mile forward everything familiar slipped further and further away. The lush, tree-covered green hills of North Texas slowly gave way to the parched, bland Permian Basin with its sage brush and low-lying mesquite trees. […]
July 8 – The Butterfly Whisperer
I saw Pop sitting just outside the veranda, slumped over in his wheelchair, his limp left arm tied to the chair’s railing. He looked up and waved with his good hand. “Sara!” he called with delight. My breath caught in my throat, and I choked back the tears. I closed my eyes, feeling the pull […]
June 10 – What Do I See?
What do I see when I drive through my old neighborhood? Not the familiar cookie cutter houses or the elementary school I attended with my friends. Instead . . . I see my ten-year-old self clad in saddle oxford shoes running around, playing hide-and-go-seek with my brothers and friends. I see us riding our bikes […]