I had the opportunity to read a wide selection of books this summer. Feel free to comment below. What did you think of them? Being Mortal by Atul Gawande A powerful book about contemporary American end-of--life care. This book widened my comprehension of how Americans view death and spurred me to ask some questions about... Continue Reading →
I got my first pinwheel at a Fourth of July parade, sweating on a steaming curb. I was five years old at the time, and I could show you I knew it too, five pudgy fingers spread wide. Women on stilts with star-spangled pants tossed pinwheels to the kids below. I’d like to think I... Continue Reading →
The apple tree and me. The two of us: me, beneath the tree but not in the shade; the tree, beneath the sun but not in the light. Clouds over me and the apple tree, which makes three: the clouds, the apple tree, and me. Or four—if you count the sun. But really,... Continue Reading →
All Three He’s parleying at the ice cream parlor. A truth, a truce, a tune. She’s sidling down the silo steps. A might, a night, a June. They’re shifting to a seaing ship. A sail, a soul, a spoon. And angled high above strung love, The sun, the stars, the moon. -M.M.
My sunglasses safely sit on the shelf. The sandals and shells sail away, And I semi-sadly sit by myself, As summer slips softly away. There is something magical about beginnings and endings. Beginnings draw you in, excite you, and stir your curiosity. Beginnings may daunt you. They sat that starting is the hardest part,... Continue Reading →