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Making It Home by Tiffany Aldrich MacBain

MacBain photoFollowing a 10-day sojourn to the East Coast to visit family and the friends of my youth, I return to Tacoma with home on my mind. It’s a complicated thing, home: an idea, a time and a place, a collection of experiences. Like the experience of rounding the corner and seeing your lawn, two-weeks neglected, dandelions knee-high and facing the sun, and wondering if your neighbor with the addiction to mowing and leaf blowing sees in those yellow faces a children’s choir heralding your return. He certainly does not, and your knowledge of this fact forces you to reassume the weight of ownership. You’ll have to mow your lawn today, and you’ll have to stock your fridge, and you’ll remember that the windows need washing–but how do you remove storms, and does OxyClean leave streaks? The trim needs painting and the fence needs scrubbing and probably some painting of its own. And don’t get me started on the room that is not well lit enough to serve much of a function at all and so is both catchall and eyesore.

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A Haunting by Tiffany Aldrich MacBain

MacBain photoBeyond the golden years of trick-or-treating, Halloween morphs into a high-pressure holiday, like New Year’s Eve or the 4th of July, when you feel like you must have plans or else endure a long night of loneliness and self-loathing, a night pierced by the cackling laughter of fun-havers outside your window, a night most unhallowed. If you happen to have plans, your suffering is of another sort: weeks in advance of the party, you have to figure out what you’re going to “be.” And then you must buy and assemble components of a costume, and then you have to wear it all.

Having a child relieved me of that burden: the moment I dressed my infant as a peapod the focus shifted to her, and because of my ever-advancing age, thank god, I will never attract such attention again unless some darkly or too brightly humored person one day dresses me as a peapod, and by then I will be too far gone to know or care.

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