“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...
Garrowby Hill Down from the hills the purple road flows twisting and leaping like a girl who has a new twirl dress down into the patchwork valley between fields fearfully tiger-striped with new-plowed furrows and the rows of sentinel trees standing...
Afternoon Respite July afternoons blaze gold and bright like the glow of her favorite gown. Not a breeze to break the baking heat in her dusty garden She retreats to the cool green bank of the sofa to dip her tired brain into the brisk stream of a...
it’s been a long time since I wrote a bloggity blog post, stream of consciousness, what’s going on right now, chatty sort of post. Life hasn’t lent itself to that lately, I guess? Today, though, I’m feeling chatty. It’s Ben’s eleventh birthday and...