End of day, end of summer wistful. August 2011, Vermont. This picture reminds me of my assertion that we must not presume to walk the terrain of another’s heart without guidance. We just don’t know what goes on in the head and spirit of others. Even the glittering, which we may be privileged to glimpse [...]
Grace was very anxious about the storm. Super, super worried, constantly asking for updates. It’s possible that her parents were talking about it too much. I was interviewed by a reporter from ABC about the topic: article is here. On Saturday morning we participated in the great harbor-town tradition of hauling dinghies on the day [...]
Heart leaf, my godmother’s house, August 25th. Blazing red, aflame. And autumn colors. The messages are everywhere. Email this post
My father. There’s nobody in the world I would rather be on a boat with in a storm than this guy. Or in a house during a hurricane. He knows his stuff. Email this post
We went out to my parents’ boat on Thursday afternoon to take off the sails in preparation for her to be hauled. The harbor is already emptying quickly. Trailers are driving up and down the streets. There are no batteries anywhere to be bought. On the boat, the children danced. Email this post
Another sky whose light comes from beyond the reach of our eyes. From beyond the realm of our logical minds. I love it. Email this post
Skipping rocks, Vergennes, Vermont, August 2011. On how the generations echo. Email this post
Late-summer sunset, Lake Champlain, August 2011. The world is turning towards fall, a rotation I feel deep inside. Email this post
I’m honored today to have an essay on the brand new, wonderful BlogHer Moms. Stacy Morrison, who I couldn’t respect more if I tried, asked me to write about why summer is a sad season for me and, I think, for many moms. Please check out my essay and poke around the rest of BlogHer [...]
