My last post here at Segullah was Thanksgiving Day. A brief listing of my treasures. My gratitudes. An attempt to be aware of this…
“Tell me a story . . .
What kind of story, child?
A story with a happy ending.
There’s no such thing in all the world.
My mom died a year ago. I have been at many births, but this was my first hands-on experience with dying. It was just…
the raspberry canes lie
on the dry ground,
the energetic clamor of August
that drove their bearing
now withered against
the inexorable coming of October,
and its golden insistence that…
I’ve neglected a neighborly duty.
It’s the end of October, and only a couple of days ago I realized I haven’t put out any fall decorations: