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Four Weeks In: Redux

I wrote this poem five years ago and reworked it recently. Now, of course, we all know that four weeks is nothing. It’s not even half the time we’ve been social distancing. So take this poem with a grain of salt. I didn’t know any better. Four weeks...

Grammar Lesson

She sits at the kitchen table dutifully diagramming sentences inscrutable indirect objects and those pesky prepositions (or are they adverbs?) But I am diagramming the way the light glints in her hair as she carefully shapes cursive,brow furrowedbut eyes darting...

A Walk in the Woods

Spencer and Gigi have been plunging into the woods every day this week, looking for adventure. They come back smelling of the outdoors, cheeks rosy, eyes alight. Today after breakfast, we all joined them. Cool air and gray skies made for perfect hiking weather. Even...

Return

For the past four years, I’ve been writing blog posts in my head and sometimes in my laptop. But I never actually put them online because of all the usual excuses writers have (fear, time, inertia, overactive internal editor). So this tiny post is my baby step...