The big story in our lives of late is that my youngest daughter was in the hospital for five days with a concussion. Before telling the story I’ll skip to
The Candle Indoors by Gerard Manley Hopkins Some candle clear burns somewhere I come by. I muse at how its being puts blissful back With yellowy moisture mild night’s
SPRING AND FALL: to a young child Margaret, are you grieving Over Goldengrove unleaving? Leaves, like the things of man, you With your fresh thoughts care for, can you? Ah!
The name Esme (pronounced “ez-may”) is a word that comes from the Old French and means “loved,” or “esteemed.” Before Esme’s arrival, Jeff and I had hours of useless conversation