On Seeing

We were driving (again) somewhere (where?), and I was too young to ask. But we stopped by the side of the road, pulling on to the gravel on the berm. My father had us get out, my sister and me, and asked us to pull at the milkweed pods that were opening in the heat … More On Seeing


In the last few days, the humidity here has almost disappeared– the humidity that all summer hangs like gauze in the air and on my body, so that out for a walk or even going to the car I feel I’m wearing a shirt I don’t remember putting on. But sometime on Sunday evening the … More September