* * * And I wish for a moment, a moment to breathe. There is my teenage son, his knee bouncing under the kitchen table; my father, calling voicelessly for…
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We didn’t have a hummingbird feeder because I was scared that I would poison the birds. You have to be vigilant, sites for would-be hummingbirders warn, and clean the feeder…
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She arrives like an epiphany, an emerald-green flash outside my kitchen window, tiny and frenetic, with feathers that shine like soap bubbles. Not much bigger than a dragonfly or a…