It’s 2 a.m. My eyes are bleary, my arms and legs tender from a lack of sleep. My dog can hardly keep her head upright, whether she is indoors or out, and my man looks once more longingly at the sky, as I do. This is how we appear after a night of Aurora Chasing.
Category: Creative Nonfiction
A boy in a hooded jacket
My sister and I visited Hocking Hills State Park in April 2012, and spent a moment with this rock. This was Lawrence’s and Thomas’s favorite place in Hocking Hills State Park, where we took them hiking at all ages.
Only As Deep As Our Love
We saw the Aurora Borealis for the second time on the night of Feb. 18. We watched into the early morning of my late twin brothers’ birthday, on Feb. 19, 2014.
melissa f. kaelin 