Wilson, Chrissy 2013

Saturday, April 13, 2013


The Lake gets its official name from a misinterpretation of a
Native American word for “edge of the lake,”
but when I see the signs while driving over the mountains
toward its shores, I think of my east coast grandmother,
with pale New England skin
and how she would pronounce it with all her refinement:

– Chrissy Wilson, “Lake Tahoe”

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Read part one of Chrissy Wilson’s story, “The Game Called Catch:”

The Game Called Catch (Part I)

Chrissy Wilson is a writer who lives in Reno, Nevada. She recently bought her first baseball mitt. In the coming weeks (or months), we’ll join Chrissy as she breaks in, and ultimately becomes one with that glove. I’m a late bloomer when it comes to baseball fandom.

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