Essays by Karen Anderson

A rough recording session followed by the reassurance of geese..

Why is it, I wonder, that a long, slow climb is so much more difficult than a short, steep climb?

I hear the voice telling this story and am surprised to find it’s mine. How did my childhood become the olden days?

It was a high school open house and I didn’t know many people besides the graduate. Looking around the back yard, I saw a young man sitting alone and decided to introduce myself.

It’s likely that Neutrogena soap is still good for my skin, but I use it because of the smell, slightly medicinal and piney. More than anything else, that familiar scent evokes my college years.

Those of us who own cats and dogs are fond of saying that pets don’t hold grudges.

“You’d be bored with that in ten minutes.” Like a good daughter, Sara put it back on the shelf. Like a bad mother, I put it out of my mind.

Fragile and fraught as it is, I don’t want to lose this connection. I wouldn’t say we’re close, but there have been moments

A friend next door retired recently so, I told everyone, “Bring a dish to pass and some advice for Bill.”