|Bio:||Kathryn Wilder’s essays have appeared in such places as River Teeth Volume 14 Number 2, Midway Journal, Fourth Genre, Southern Indiana Review, Bugle, Sierra, many Hawai`i magazines, and a few anthologies. A graduate of Northern Arizona University’s masters program in creative writing, she currently runs a horse ranch near the Four Corners with her son, his wife, their daughter, and their soon-to-arrive second child, who will be born between this writing and the appearance of “Holding.” Website: wilderwaters.org|
My sister and I live on either side of sixty. We've been mothers half our lives. Visiting her in Oregon, Ashland, running a steady hundred degrees for days into weeks, we head to Lake of the Woods for the coolness of lake water and wind in the pines. Winding up the mountainside and back through our lives, our four children are never far from our conversation, like our own childhood—childhood, singular, as we shared it, for better or worse, till death do we part. One minute I'm driving my sister's Honda Fit through the forest; the next instant something bounces from the trees onto the road in front of me like a basketball, and that color, and stops.
My sister and I live on either side of sixty. We've been mothers half our lives. Visiting her in Oregon, Ashland running a steady hundred degrees for days into weeks, we head to Lake of the Woods...