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Sally Gosen Case

The Christmas Pickle

By Sally Gosen Case

The box of wondrous ornaments had belonged to my Austrian great-grandmother. I had no conscious memory of the stern woman in the photos, her clothing severe, hair piled high on her head. I saw no logical connection between her and the strange and amazing things we brought out every Christmas: oddly-shaped marvels of satiny pink […]

A Rascal’s Choice

By Sally Gosen Case

The dog was enraged. He advanced stiffly toward me, snarling and barking, hackles raised. He was clearly defending this territory; I would have to leave or risk an attack. I didn’t know where to go. I was in my own front garden. Thus began an uncomfortable association with a very determined creature. I often came […]

The Deep End

By Sally Gosen Case

For 45 years everyone knew that I could not swim. Time and again, I tried to learn and failed. I simply sank like a stone. I grew up on a river, in a family that loved boats. I remember my father’s unwavering patience, holding me at the surface in his powerful arms, repeating, “Straighten your […]

How I Dance

By Sally Gosen Case

“Culture Fair!” exclaimed the brightly-colored poster. It was to be our small, white-bread town’s annual effort to inject something from the outside world into our small lives. Like any good homeschooling mom, I packed up my son and arrived before the opening act. We recognized a few local folks onstage. A familiar restaurant owner performed […]

Sleeping in the Daybed

By Sally Gosen Case

Sleeping in the Daybed

A lot has changed. My five-minute makeup now takes ten minutes; there are just so many issues to be addressed. My hair was once a stick-straight flaxen sheet that hung to my waist. Now it spills lightly around my shoulders in a fluff of waves, the result, I’m told, of “all that grey.” Many other […]

The Unsuitable Hat

By Sally Gosen Case

The Unsuitable Hat

I finally find the hat I’m looking for: a soft, white angora beret faintly yellowed with time. I search carefully for evidence of moths and am relieved to find that, once again, it has reached another winter unscathed. She gave it to me years, no, decades ago. A lost and awkward middle-schooler, I was not […]