They walk together, hand-in-hand, two small bodies between tall trees. They walk together, standing so straight, with determined, deliberate steps. They walk together, and they are not afraid. I stand still. My feet plant on the earth while my heart rises to my throat and tears…
It’s a fresh morning. And I’m paused by your words, Ms. Oliver. It’s not the goldfinches who urge me to stop on this frigid March day. Nor the…
A shift of light. A cloud slides away from the sun and, quite suddenly, the air fills with motion. Wings of gold flutter as at least fifteen Monarch…
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Music vibrates from my phone speakers as I dash around our small kitchen, serving lunch while making dinner. Dashing. There are moments, these days…
“What would you do if you saw a gun?” the doctor asks my daughter, who turned four two weeks ago. I watch as a quizzical look crosses my daughter’s…
I’m listening for the sound of hope. Or perhaps it is the sound of the past. My children and I make our way through the woods behind our home in Maine…
We are at the edge of the pond in a patch of sun, seated between bare huckleberry branches. My daughter and son sit in front of me. Their heads bend…
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