Stargazing
Sitting up at night with my infant child, my feet rocking the glider on their own, plots begin to stir and thicken as characters bob to the surface in the sleepy cauldron of my mind. Tomorrow, I think, swaddling my
Sendimentality: Celebrating Life’s Layers
Since my daughter Adelaide’s birth three weeks ago, I have never been more aware of the sediment of years composing my life. I felt the tectonic shifting of these layers as I slipped a picture of our newborn over the
A Harvest Bounty of Her Own
Running parallel to our lane are six rows of tiny saplings my husband just planted. Their naked branches are easily bent by the wind sweeping across our valley, making it hard to imagine the harvest bounty they will one day