By Lydia Wylie-Kellermann. This piece first appeared in Geez 58: Breath and Bone.
“It’s okay to go slow,” he says. His four-year-old feet step gently in silence. “That way you can see more things.”
The air is still chilly but the snow has melted. Walking nudges us to take off our sweaters. Below the still-bare branches, wet dirt reveals stories of what has passed in the woods over winter.
Named for this very stretch of land in the thumb of Michigan, my son, Cedar, searches for stories . . . for friends . . . for bones.Continue reading “A Curriculum of Backyard Funerals”