Image Credit: Goodreads In middle school, I remember eagerly anticipating the start of S.E. Hinton’s novel The Outsiders. The story, my teacher and friends told me, was electrifying and…
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* * * Yesterday, rain brushed every window white, locking us deeper inside. Today, birds mouth mats of mud. In crevices under the deck, the robin is too obvious a…
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* * * the virus rested like dew on the grass but they still came back arrogant, red-breasted thin and then fat, as if they didn’t know better spotting the…
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Today the rain is relentless and so cold here that I’ve turned on the heat though it’s finally spring. The house finches have retreated deep into the opaque arborvitae outside…