Book Excerpt: A Visit from the Clergyman
What had inspired my parents, neither of them religious, to join a church? I suspected it was my mother’s idea, since she ended up teaching Sunday School. I could see her now in her Sunday clothes, a severe blue skirt and jacket, a yellow brooch pinned next to her lapel, and white open-toed sandals on her feet, the straps seeming to cut into the swollen ankles that troubled her so.
Book Excerpt: Life on Earth
I don’t know why, but I have been thinking about the following passage. It’s from the latter part of ‘Winter,’ when I visit my mother’s house in Scarborough just a couple of days after she has died. It has been ten years since I’ve last seen the place. My partner Ralph is with me on [...]
A Report from Winter is a death-in-the-family story, a love story, and a meditation on the meaning of “winter”—as a season and as a metaphor for family relationships.