Water

July 8, 2010

I was watching the rain through the sidelight to the front door one morning after the winter thaw. It was coming down steadily, falling on Water Street and elsewhere, washing the winter away, drumming the soil to life, awakening tiny living things, little sprouts. I could just see them stretching… reaching for the water. Read the rest of this entry »

A Goodbye

May 11, 2010

My son gave me a good, real hug when he left home. It was the kind of full on, full pressure, hands on back “I love you too” hug that one doesn’t get every day; and it squeezed the words out of me: Read the rest of this entry »