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September 1st

Twisting, wringing, Plummeting to the earth With no parachute I’ll land on my feet (I always do, though my knees crumble from …

By the Lake

beside water’s lap she bows her head alone with herself and her dreams suspended in an afternoon hazy summer sun sighing in …

Ghostwriter

Who remembers Ghostwriter, the PBS children’s series from the 90s?  It was one of my favorites growing up, despite the fact that …

An Ode to Girl Scout Camping

Every year, when the weather veers sharply into what I call “true fall” (after the lazy autumn slow dance known as Indian …