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The wicked smart, clever nieceborn on my 29th birthday married a mechanically brilliant man, andthey gave us Henry and Rosie. And the sister who is their grandma,and the brother-in-law who is their grandpa spend weekdays with these two little ones,inviting … Continue reading →

The garden goddess brought mea daphne—perfect, I thought,thinking of the nymph, who, unhappily pursued bya man she didn’t want, transformedherself into a laurel tree. This newcomer to my gardenhas not yet flowered—again,perfect for the virgin who chose to remain so,today … Continue reading →

(or How Guys Say They Lava You #378) Be careful when you sitand begin to unroll because you never knowwhen someone has inked a sweet message intowhat you’d usually apply elsewhere. Not gonna do it.Not when there’s TP love right … Continue reading →

Dude.Chill, will ya?You’ve been cat napping,as you do,pretty much all day,rising now and thento stretchhhhhhhand scratch a little. You are a study in repose,belly up, somehow balancingon your keel of a spine,bow to the sky,stern splayed,well, to the sky, too.a … Continue reading →

Holiday weekend within view,from my front yard I see that the kid down the block has persuadedher mom to set up an old-fashioned swoopy sprinkler on their front lawnbecause it’s 91 degrees. Here, by Memorial Day, it’s automatically summer,even before … Continue reading →

Off and on all day I thought—as Ioften do on your very day—perhapsyou’ll make an appearance in a way I might recognize, and because I’mpaying attention, I won’t miss it—maybe—because I’m sure I miss a lot of those moments of … Continue reading →

In my part of California, spring rains end in April.If we’re lucky. Then we usually don’t see precip till late fall, one reason why we’re the golden state,March’s greening going to straw by May. Still, the breeze is redolent with … Continue reading →

You awaken, knowing you should go.You’ll feel better if you go.You’ll have fun if you go. Fun exercise. An oxymoron.Such a foreign concept it seemsimpossible. Ridiculous. But you get up. You go.And as the ladies assemble onAmy’s deck, as Amy … Continue reading →

(for Patricia Beach Smith) Some of your many loved onesgathered on a windy Mondayto watch your final journey, lowered smoothly into the groundnext to a friend, becominginterred neighbors—a sweet bit of kinship since you hadhelped the man’s widowselect that spot … Continue reading →

We thought it was just on the coastwhere winds gusted so fiercely that we were pushed over a bit by them—a gentle shove, not like that of a bully, but of someone wanting to get ourattention. But as we drove … Continue reading →