Formerly, the Graduate Who Could

To the group of teen girls in my shop, on an August Monday; the day school starts for the year: I love your banter. You've long-since ...

You lie suspended between the worlds of "if" and "are". A polarity between perhaps and definite tangibility. And there y...

On the eve of our nephew born I imagine you might be scared, thrilled, perspiring, anxious.  Ready.  Am I right? Are you any o...

What of the disappointments from this life do we reap? May they not bring to us only sorrow (but certainly that in order to later be ena...

Tonight I toast to those of us who were invincible in our youth. Us for whom the stars glowed overhead at night, the katydids singing to us ...

This morning nears the end of 2015. I find myself at 7:30 with my coffee in hand, sitting  in my favorite corner of the couch facing the eas...

Sitting here on the floor at the last of our miniature kitchen renovation (purging the cabinets and then painting them from a hard, dark pin...