Lese Dunton
Bio
Essayist, reporter, and book author. Writes about everything.
Stories (14/0)
I Thought It Was Better That Dogs Don’t Talk
In my apartment lives a Bassett Hound named George. Like all dogs, he is able to communicate without using words. It's usually not too difficult to understand what he wants. His mind is primarily focused on two basic ideas: food and going out for a walk.
By Lese Dunton10 days ago in Petlife
Sparkles in the Night
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. You could hear the crunching sound beneath the tires and the wind swirling each snowflake into the vast dancing sky. Getting closer to the driveway, I know what my parents will do when we get out of the car. They will stretch out their arms and say, “Here we are! We made it!” Dad will put away groceries and Mom will start to build a warm fire. These are all good things but what I want to do is different. Always a little different, it seems.
By Lese Dunton4 months ago in Fiction
On the Same Wavelength
Mostly we sit by the brook in the woods. It’s nice to stare into the beautiful water while the trees gently sway in the background. The warm air is perfect for breathing and there is plenty of comfy moss upon which to sit. We talk to each other just by thinking.
By Lese Dunton6 months ago in Petlife
- Runner-Up in Summer Camp Challenge
Hellbent for BerriesRunner-Up in Summer Camp Challenge
The only bad thing about raspberries is remembering how to spell it. Everything else about the berry is perfect. I first encountered them in my father’s garden. He loved when his children would join him there. Delving into the raspberry bushes involved standing out in the hot sun and bravely facing the dangers of buzzing bees and prickly branches.
By Lese Dunton9 months ago in Feast
Dependable Traditions
We lived in New Jersey surrounded by trees in what my father referred to as, “a curious old house.” On Christmas Eve, we had a family tradition. Actually, we had many, but my favorite one was when my father read, Twas the Night before Christmas to the family.
By Lese Dunton10 months ago in Confessions
From the Mountains to the Valley
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. They used to live in the mountains, where people could never climb. It’s way too cold up there, but dragons are always hot so they had the place to themselves. On certain nights you could hear them roar back and forth with each other, as if in heated debate. You could even see flares of fire where the mountaintops meet the sky. Big bolts of orange light making the villagers tremble. It’s reasonable to conclude the dragons were angry but that’s not what was happening at all.
By Lese Dunton10 months ago in Fiction
Love is Ageless
I like to tell people that when you were in your mid-50s, in the last few years of your life, you had a passionate relationship with a younger man who lived in your building. You said he was in his early 30s. The next time we talked you thought maybe 29. How young was this guy? I’ll never know and it doesn’t matter. He was young enough to be an impressive catch. I met him once in the hallway. Cute.
By Lese Dunton10 months ago in Confessions
The Titanic Adventure
I’ll be going to school in America. Mommy says they have better education there but I think it’s mostly because Daddy wants a new job. I have loved Ireland my entire life, for all of my six years, every bit of it. The gentle rolling hills are a soft blanket of deep green, solid and dependable, and my teachers and friends are such treasures. We said our goodbyes and tried to hold in the crying.
By Lese Dunton11 months ago in Fiction
Open Letter to Teacher & Mother
My second grade teacher changed my life. I wonder if she knew it at the time. I hear she has dementia now and her mind is not so clear, but back then she was filled with great clarity and kindness. Everyone loved how Mrs. Hunter's long hair was wrapped around the back of her head in a circular braid. What would it look like if she let it all down? Her delightful demeanor kept her little students riveted and on pretty good behavior. When she spoke, we listened.
By Lese Duntonabout a year ago in Humans
- First Place in Life Unleashed Challenge
The Big ShowFirst Place in Life Unleashed Challenge
“You can have the pick of the litter,” they said. “Great,” I replied. “What does that mean?” It meant that my parents had successfully arranged a romantic encounter with our Labrador retriever and their friend’s female Lab. Both dogs had pedigrees and were beautifully black. The reward for this marriage? A five year old, that’s me, got to choose any puppy she wanted. The cutest one would belong to me and no one else. A little girl’s dream come true.
By Lese Duntonabout a year ago in Petlife
