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![]() Siobhan ConnallyThe Saratogian |
Almost there. The crossroad is up ahead.Will I? Won’t I?“Ugh. …”I throw on my car’s directional indicator and hang a right into the gas...
“Happy BIRTHDAY!”This was a most auspicious occasion. On this day my Ittybit, a child born to me roundabout YESTERDAY, reached the age of...
It’s getting late.I’ve procrastinated my practice run for a cookie exchange experiment. Conventional wisdom warns I’ll need a second coming....
The deadline for submissions of pictures for the high school yearbook was at hand, and the boy had pushed off deciding.I didn’t want to pressure...
For days, a flurry of text messages pinged my phone at all hours.College roommates had planned an impromptu “Rhode” trip, and they asked me to...
Before I was bereft, I was annoyed.No one wanted to cook, so I improvised. I made “sammiches”: toast, lettuce, tomato, bacon, and cheese.I had been...
We stood in line outside the polling place – one of two in the county dedicated to early voting. The line wasn’t budging. We shifted from one foot...
Not long after the woman at the reception desk checked us in, she offered to schedule the boy’s sixth-month cleaning.I hesitated. The moment...
When New Yorkers cast their ballots in the 2024 election, they will have an opportunity to strengthen the State Constitution’s current equal...
When I was in college, and away from home, I used to be so annoyed with my mother.“Out of sight, out of mind,” she’d say glibly. I didn’t know...
We were already sitting around the table when our son walked through the door. Strode, more like, or so I thought. He seemed to glide into the...
We ordered a drink and sat down to wait.Two pairs of friends sit across from each other at a picnic table in the brewery courtyard. The swells of...
Surprises always seem to sneak up on me on Sundays.Like water all over the kitchen floor, the water I thought was splatter from plunging a slow...
As my boy drove away from our house and toward the first day of his last year of high school, another boy, nearly a thousand miles away in Georgia,...
His face looked strained. Eyes squinting. Mouth tightened into a painful smile.His expression was transparent to anyone. My son would rather be...
I don’t know what it is lately, but the mice seem to be winning.Earlier this year, the eastern meadow vole — as field mice are called in the...