It needn’t be tinder, this juncture of the year,
a cigarette second guessed from car to brush.
The woods’ parchment is given
to cracking asunder the first puff of wind.
Yesterday a big sycamore came across First
and Hawthorne and is there yet.
The papers say it has to happen,… Read the rest
“That we rode harder into the wind,
That the story got told,
That the broken candies were eaten first,
That they were eaten last,
That all subjects grew extinct eventually,
That in the inn I ruined our lives,
That in the barn I tried to save them,
That I failed,… Read the rest
If you can’t help yourself, help someone else.
That was at least part of my reasoning for buying tickets to see the Dead. The last time the band came to Boston, I ended up escorted out of the show by security. This time, things would be different. I’d be doing … Read the rest
So, you want to hear the story about what happened, right?
I shrug. It doesn’t matter what I want Frank wants to, needs to tell his story. I haven’t seen him in years, so I listen.
He sips from his cup and takes a deep breath.
You remember how I … Read the rest
Time. Make it count.
What to do? How about hike? How about hike the 48 tallest mountains in New Hampshire? That’s a goal I could get behind. Something to focus my energy and efforts … and time. Something defined, with a fixed end point. Something achievable, yet challenging both physically … Read the rest
What We Miss
Who says it’s so easy to save a life? In the middle of an interview for the job you might get you see the cat from the window of the seventeenth floor just as she’s crossing the street against traffic, just as you’re answering a question about … Read the rest
Tonight I took my daughter to her first girl scout meeting of the season. She’s now a Brownie and wore a brown vest with colorful badges and pins she earned last year.
Hand in hand we walk up the carpeted stairs to room 206. “Be good sweetie, listen to what … Read the rest
We watched “La La Land” last week.
After it ended, I asked my daughter what she thought.
Loved it, except the ending. “It was so sad,” she explained. “Why did it have to end like that?”
She’s still young, still believes in fantasy and inevitable happy endings in stories … … Read the rest
“A sweet lie is more gracious for us than a virulent but real truth.”
– Anton Chekhov… Read the rest