"Out of hopeful green stuff woven..."
"We used to think...when I was an unsifted girl...that words were weak and cheap. Now I don't know of anything so mighty." -Emily Dickinson
Tuesday, July 8, 2025
Staying close...
Monday, July 7, 2025
"Replicants"
Sunday, July 6, 2025
Back at it...
Saturday, July 5, 2025
Nine!
Friday, July 4, 2025
Independence Day
Thursday, July 3, 2025
"Tired of Love Poems"
Wednesday, July 2, 2025
Home again!
Tuesday, July 1, 2025
Sleepy Hollow Cemetery
1 July 2025: Today's return to Sleepy Hollow Cemetery moved me more than ever before and it's hard to explain why--at least quickly.
But I found myself crying standing in front of the tiny marker that just says "Henry," Louisa May Alcott's stone and the American flag she earned working as a nurse in D.C., Hawthorne's family group, and, of course, Emerson's rock.
The pens, pencils, and little notes left by others get me every time, but even more this time. They are little offerings of gratitude and connection.
So much in our country seems broken right now, on the day that stupid "big beautiful bill" passes in the Senate.
These writers, though? They point us to a better way. And they made me who I am--the kind of person who wants to help shape that better way for everyone else.
There they all are, at eternal rest together, but their words live on. It's corny and cheesy, but it's beautiful and left me wiping my eyes on the Authors' Ridge today.
Monday, June 30, 2025
"Draw Me Ishmael"
Sunday, June 29, 2025
Wheatley's grave...
Saturday, June 28, 2025
Back to Massachusetts
28 June 2025: Spent most of the day in the car with Jane, heading up to Massachusetts for a few days. A bit tired as I write this, but ready for a full day tomorrow.