It is August and the goldenrod is in bloom alongside the road. Last night, I lay in bed, windows opened…
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Otherwise
We bike seven and a half miles up the road from our house, past hay fields and horses and silent,…
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Hand Wash Cold
One thing that happens, when you publish a book, is that dedicated, hard-working editors inevitably seek you out, in the…
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Good-byes
The house is so quiet. I had planned to spend the afternoon putting Christmas decorations away, vacuuming the dog hair…
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Coyotes
If you live in the country, you know the sound: the high, frantic yipping and yowling of coyotes working themselves…
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