My daughter spent the first day of autumn with a friend hunting and gathering fruits and brie. Her selfie — hair twisted into plaits, pink frost highlighter a confetti on her cheekbones and lips, yellow sundress—a good morning greeting with the message they were going into town. She was looking forward to the day, to friends; she was looking forward. A year ago, the first day of autumn found me undergoing body scans to stage my tumor while my daughter,… Keep Reading
I, remission and lingering doubt; you, a fever kiss on the shoulders. Dewy slick sunrises and nights hot with blushing lemonades and creatures chirp-singing their lovings.
After a few minutes, I was again 19 ditching morning classes with my boyfriend to make love and eat peanut butter and cracker sandwiches on the beach.
Many of our gardens were obliterated during the back-to-back March nor’easters so it’s surprising to see so much goodness bursting through the summer soil.
Water is for swimming with your boyfriend, coquettishly tossing an arm over your exposed chest and making that surprised Taylor Swift expression in slow motion after you lose your bikini top by accident on purpose- human things, not shark things.
Life. All of it. The mess of it. The questions. The lessons. The indecision. The baptism by fire and learning on the fly. The squabbles. The joy. The unbridled glee. The clamor. The silence. The negotiation and inevitable compromise. The wealth and the bankrupt. The maps drawn, erased, and replotted. The missions. The road trips. The destinations. The arrivals. The departures. The attraction. The initiation. The invitation. The aggravation. The love. The love. The love. The blood. The bruise. The… Keep Reading
… a vintage Tiffany bracelet from my lover and a beautiful day with family.
In the orchard last year with my daughter. The light was great, the weather was great, and something about the day reminded me of my dad. I see this foto snd immediately think of how much I moss and love my dad and lucky I am to have a daughter who enjoys our silly traditions like visits to the orchard and gathering good foods.
When you walk through a sea of bushes and heat and finally you arrive at spot where the perfect little berries live, you know summer is alive.
My cheeky girl after an afternoon of apple picking. This smiles hangs the moon.