Time and its passing have become even more strange and amorphous than they are in the best of circumstances. It was only just the middle of winter and somehow we find ourselves nearly to…
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The first time that I walked outside of our apartment after spending nearly three weeks inside, it was after dark. The moon was full, which I didn’t know until I’d marveled at the white…
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At the end of August we’re packing up a borrowed car and heading up to Maine for a few nights of camping—Grammy, Grandpa, cousins, aunties, and uncles included. We’ll be a motley crew, but…
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We’re spending some extended time at my mom and dad’s house this summer and I’ve been cataloguing sweet crafts and activities to keep the kids happily engaged and independent in the backyard and at…
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The first of the neighborhood roses and these words: 1 Only now, in spring, can the place be named: tulip poplar, daffodil, crab apple, dogwood, budding pink-green, white-green, yellow on my knowing. All winter…
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The bruise is spreading like a slowly blooming jellyfish across my left hip. Dark purple and bright blue and blurry at the edges. It’s tender to the touch and my blue jeans put more…
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A reminder to get yourself someplace warm in February, even if it’s just a greenhouse. What’s your favorite warm-up spot? Despite a lifetime spent mostly in the Northeast and mostly having a tough time…
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The ultimate daydream: A sunshine-y forest walk in May even though we’re stuck smack in the middle of February. I can’t wait for sandals and buckets and days when the earth lets out its…
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Today’s total eclipse of the sun, tonight’s stars. Whatever it is, turning your gaze skyward is a thing to do. We’re headed out of the city this week for a little late summer adventure to…
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Sometimes you just have to make yourself do something. You have an idea, or the memory of an idea, and you say: Oh, I should find the time to do that again. What fun…