It is August and the goldenrod is in bloom alongside the road. Last night, I lay in bed, windows opened…
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Otherwise
We bike seven and a half miles up the road from our house, past hay fields and horses and silent,…
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Hello, good-bye
There were lots of ribbons and bows. But it wasn’t about the gifts. It was about the pure, untrammeled beauty…
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present moment
They are home at last, both sons. And I’m perched here at the kitchen table, for about two brief minutes…
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Hand Wash Cold
One thing that happens, when you publish a book, is that dedicated, hard-working editors inevitably seek you out, in the…
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Living the good life
I parked my car on the dirt road, slipped through the handmade twig gate, and followed a winding path through…
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