Harvest: An Ode to Sun Golds

This morning, as I headed somewhere, car keys in one hand, iPod in the other, I found myself yanked momentarily away … More

Elbow Room

Yesterday, I had a kid home from school with strep throat. She’d already been to the doctor, so she was … More

The numbers: First toddling trick-or-treater (Strawberry Shortcake and a sleeping sibling berry) — 4:45. Pieces of candy, doled out one … More

The Summer 2013 issue of The Massachusetts Review, which includes my story “Plenty” is out and on the metaphorical stands. … More

I started this blog six years ago, when Elder Girleen went off to elementary school. Last night, she “graduated” from … More

Surely I didn’t let this much time go by since I wrote anything down here — I must, between June … More

An egg only two hours old is truly a beautiful thing. The ones my neighbor’s hens —her girls, she calls … More

If you classify yourself as a “reader” in the simplest sense of the word (ie, one who reads), and probably … More

At the gym, the soundtrack of my younger days is spilling so loudly from the speakers it erases thought, and … More

This is it, then. The lovely nutmeat of the summer. The musty smell of tomatoes pulled from the vine; the … More