A year of pandemic gave me… A return of my children’s infant facesAn appreciation (for what? things too numerous to list)A new kind of despairA pauseA last year where they still hold my hand in public. No school means no one to tell them it’s weird or just not doneAn entire new collection of booksA Read more >>

It’s going to snow on Wednesday. The trees turned late this year; the grass is still green and everything is brightly colored above the horizon, red and yellow and then the infinite blue above it. I walk circles on the hillside; I lie on the swing. I am the hawk gliding on the wind; I Read more >>