Ode to a tree

Horse chestnut trees are considered a nuisance. Ask anyone who’s had one, and they can tell you why. Tell all about the seasons of fallen leaves, spike balls (conkers), sticky pollen pods and flowers smelling of slightly distant poopy diapers. Many of you have...

The Bridge

We gathered on a rainy Saturday afternoon at the visitor’s center for a hike to Terry Riley Bridge and the ceremony that would take place there. As rain fell and mud mucked, second grade Daisy scouts anticipated becoming Brownies. Under raincoats, the girls wore...

Sounds of silence

During days I once slowed to listen for hidden sounds, to take in contrast of chaos against calm, pressing needs against what simply is without me, things for which I’ve no responsibility. I’d trained myself to find the ground in small noises, that sudden...

On Braces Eve

I am cleaning out the sink after dishes, and I turn to Michael. “We need to take pictures of her tomorrow morning. It’s the last day she’ll look like a little girl.” “Don’t do that,” he says. “It’s true,” I...

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