On Forgiving

Originally published May, 2015 All I could see at first was the skirt’s long hem and the sensible shoes, which had arrived to pause at the edge of the trail that runs behind our house. Then I saw almost the entire boy, as he was small enough to appear (sneakers and socks, shorts and blue … More On Forgiving


The Poem     If a proverb can be a way to say it, if life can be a highway, then this was a week of heavy traffic. Personally, I prefer a two-lane road, one of a country or–on a bad day–suburban variety, with cars traveling both ways. And as a speed limit goes, thirty-five sounds … More Highway