Doctor in the produce aisle; ex at the dinner party
The doctor in the produce aisle and the ex at the dinner party.
With a song in our hearts (and it should stay there)
With a song in our hearts (and it should stay there).
Storm and sky
A strong northeast wind blew across the Island just in time for Halloween, blasting away any illusions that Indian summer might linger.
Summer swimming
Wet bathing suits are back on the line, and we shower outside amid pale pink roses that tangle in my hair.
Estate sale
I run through the tall grass to Cary's house next door to get a number from the auctioneer.
Not the Thanksgiving Day it always was
This will be the first Thanksgiving I will not sit crammed between a cousin, nephew, or brother whose elbows dig into my ribs each time they take a bite.
For millions of years, the painted turtle endures, but how?
Chores push our walk at Duarte's Pond into the evening.
An unexpected winter visitor
On Sunday morning two weeks ago there was a fluffy orange mound huddled in the tray of my birdfeeder. I thought I had eaten too much French toast and syrup. Was this a Baltimore...