Our library is open again! Right now you can’t browse the stacks or linger or use the computers, but you can put books on hold and pick them up and drop them off. And they do have a couple shelves of new releases set up near the checkout that...
Thanks to E.B. White for the title, which comes from an essay that I love. But this post isn’t really about White or his essay. I’m just stealing it because it’s what’s in my head. I’m slow to get this post from my head...
I’m reading a beautiful picture book today that I picked up from the library: Infinite Hope: A Black Artist’s Journey from World War II to Peace, an autobiography by Ashley Bryan, Renowned Artist, Storyteller, Writer. It’s a...
“After all, what is Apollos and what is Paul? They are servants who brought the faith to you. Even the different ways in which they brought it were assigned to them by the Lord. I did the planting, Apollos did the watering, but God made things...
Finished in July 1. White Tears by Hari Kunzru A sort of murder-mystery ghost story that probes the deep wounds of race as played out in the appropriation and theft of African American music by white musicians and record companies. Two music-geek...
It’s summer! Peach season! I grew up with peach trees in the backyard and my mom cutting out all the bug and worm eaten bits and sprinkling them with sugar. Here in Massachusetts we mostly get our peaches from the grocery store. Occasionally...
Book Review: If You Can Get It by Brendan Hodge. The man who only lives for making money Lives a life that isn’t necessarily sunny; Likewise the man who works for fame There’s no guarantee that time won’t erase his name The fact...
Long-limbed and languid, my daughters perch on the monkey bars at twilight, feet dangling, the sinking sun catching in their wild hair. Remember when they were so small that sitting there felt daring? That your heart caught in your throat to see...
Our garden is producing: zucchini, cucumbers, snap peas, cherry tomatoes. The green beans are getting bigger. Mint and basil are abundant, plenty to flavor dinner and drinks. There has been a sudden interest in baking among the youngest three. Ben...
Invocation –for Kyra The open window admits the last light of a long summer day. No breath of breeze stirs the curtain’s gauze. All is still but sounds creep in, cars and children cicadas and leafblowers like roaring lions. Gold limns the...