Linda Henry

Thatwhich

Grow your own garden-variety metaphors

May 27, 2011

Tags: Churchy, turtle

My dad at about 15, looking a little weedy himself.
It's especially gratifying to pull up the weeds with deep roots. Pulling creeping charlie satisfies in a different way: I'll follow their wimpy little entrails wherever they've crept thus far. I got nothin but time, at least for the moment and as far as I know. But the sturdy-yet-innocent-looking weed -- the one that requires more of a tug than expected, the one that intended to stay for the duration, despite my big plans for basil and tomatoes -- that's the weed that gives me such pleasure to pull. And the earthworm that's exposed in the process? "Churchy, it's dinner time." (more…)

Ironically ubiquitous

May 26, 2011

Tags: irony

A coupla smart alecs in their ubiquitous tie-dye, 1998.
Grace, my 15-year-old, has been working on a final project for science, a video about motion. "Is it okay if I leave the computer on overnight?" she asked.

I don't really understand the process of film production, only that this was better than the alternative, building a trebuchet, which I was told involved a lot of parental know-how, oversight, and possibly power tools. (more…)

The raptured barber

May 20, 2011

This week, with all the talk of the end of the world, I took greater notice of the barber's rapture-fish sign. (I'm pretty sure the other side says "Open.") It's a new business, opened in the last year. He calls it Studio of One, or at least he did in the beginning. A sign (more…)

Blog something funny.

May 19, 2011

"So I'm having this problem," I finally confess to my husband and my teenage son over dinner. "Ever since I started blogging on my website, I have writer's block. Never had it before in my life. But I figure to drive traffic to my website, I have to blog fairly regularly. So last week I wrote on my to-do list 'Blog something funny.' And after that I froze." (more…)

Don't dis my ability

May 7, 2011

Tags: Churchy, turtle

We don't know why Churchy only has three legs. To be fair, it's really three and a half. He came to us this way, and he doesn't like to talk about the past. Or anything. On the other hand, he is a really good listener.

Maybe it was a fox or a hawk that (more…)

While you were hibernating

May 1, 2011

Tags: Churchy, turtle

It's May. I thought for sure that Churchy, our 3-legged Western Box turtle, would be done hibernating. But it's been a tough winter, a tough spring. It snowed six times in April.

My husband, Keith, reports that Churchy has awakened a few times in the last month. It happens during the day when I'm at work. Churchy can be noisy, for a turtle. (Just as he can be fast, despite the missing limb.) (more…)

Selected Works

Essays
My daughter likes depressing books. “Someone dies in the first chapter,” Grace says gleefully of a novel she can’t put down. Maybe this inclination comes naturally, growing up with the ghost of a sister she never knew. 
In which my brilliant son prevails against middle-school bullies. Adapted from "A Voice Not My Own"