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In the days after Valentine’s
I feel something soft about the morning. I can see it in the pastel sky, hear it in the slow wash of tires on the wet street below. Sunday. Two crows barking. A wave of consumer propulsion towards all things pink, red and heart-shaped began last week and crested on Thursday and Friday when even the […]
Dark mornings
Before she went blind at age 42, she read tea leaves for signs of joy and trouble. Through the subsequent five decades I watched, fascinated, when Grandma took her glass eyes out to clean them, as casually as I now clean my glasses. For many of those eye-blind years she lived alone in house […]
Starlings & sweater mornings
Our house sits on bedrock beside a small old quarry. We and the quarry are surrounded by big old trees and growing young trees, so summer mornings are full of birdsong echoing off the high ceilings through open windows. It can be cacophonous – I often feel like I’m working in a jungle tree-house up […]