NewEarth Character Map

“What’s in that box?” My heart practically stopped as I closed it up with tape. “Junk from my desk in Alaska.” I was a teacher, a writer, who knows what is in there. Notes from lesson planning, paid bills from the house, retirement extras, pamphlets. Paper is attracted to me and I collect containers to put them all in. It is a vicious cycle. ”You aren’t going to sort it?”…

When packing, I always find the most interesting things. Now I am not referring to the shed skin of a snake, or the mouse evidence left in the closet, or the single sock with no apparent mate left in this world. No, I am referring to the shaved ice machine that had somehow jumped ship in the last move, or the knife that two moves ago had disappeared. The discoveries…

Because we have recently lived in small spaces, when we moved into this house, we decided to split the storage between my office and the spare room. That means those rooms are jammed with all types of miscellaneous items, holding twice or three times the contents of every other room. This time Shawn’s tools were in with the laundry, making them more accessible. The best laid plans always have a…