The Grace of Being Interrupted
By the later days of summer, there is a kind of busyness that slips in quietly, then takes up residence. It arrives first in the slant of the afternoon light, in the way the shadows from the maple tree stretch farther across the grass than they did only a few weeks ago. In the garden,…
What We Learn from Small Things
Three days of rain have confined me to the porch, where I have spent more time tending the houseplants, enjoying their summer respite, and giving one of the two waiting rockers some much-needed exercise. Here, in the narrow shelter between storm and sky, I begin to notice again the small things. The sill of my…
A Hand at the Rope
The morning drive home from Rhode Island began in a hush that felt almost sacred. The road was still half-asleep; the sun sat behind me, polite and deferential, leaving my face untroubled by its growing radiance. Most mornings, I move in silence or with the low companionship of a thoughtful podcast, or music chosen not…
In My Words 