John Hildebrand

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Thu. Jan. 10th, 2019

Long Night’s Journey

John Hildebrand

The two-hour drive home from my in-laws’ farm feels longer at mid-winter than it did three months ago even though I leave at exactly the same time. That’s because I’ve been racing the sun ...

Mon. Aug. 6th, 2018

Waterpark

John Hildebrand

My children learned to swim in a tea-colored river with a lazy current and sandy bottom but also hidden drop-offs that changed every year and made me a nervous wreck. Once a summer, though, we’d pack a picnic lunch ...

Thu. Jul. 28th, 2016

Summer Night

by John Hildebrand

The sun has gone down and with it the heat. At the other end of the farm, the moon has yet to rise, though enough light remains to see dark rows of raspberry bushes and a pale field road climbing into a darker forest ...

Thu. Dec. 10th, 2015

Skating Backwards

by John Hildebrand

Last year the city announced it was mothballing most of the neighborhood ice skating rinks. A city crew would no longer flood the rinks on successive freezing nights or pay listless teenagers to sit in over-heated warming huts. Budget cuts was the reason given though there were also a string of freakishly warm winters ...

Wed. Jun. 19th, 2013

The Parade

John Hildebrand

We sit on the grass and watch a high school band blow past in plumed hats and maroon and yellow buccaneer outfits, followed by a caravan of old, two-cylinder John Deere tractors that go farting down the road. The parade is short but seems ...