A year of pandemic gave me… A return of my children’s infant faces An appreciation (for what? things too numerous to list) A new kind of despair A pause A last year where they still hold my hand in public. No school means no one to tell them it’s weird or just not done An 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 >>