My sweet daughters, both of fiery spirit Like their mother, love to argue for argument’s sake. They fly to flame. No, rather, they put bellows to cinder. They can’t help themselves. In som… more →
(In)Decisive Moments: Waiting for Cassisbgblogging wrote 1 year ago: My sweet daughters, both of fiery spirit Like their mother, love to argue for argument’s sake. … more →
bgblogging wrote 1 year ago: On perfect Maine mornings, my dad and I would awaken even before the sun and head to the lake. As we … more →
bgblogging wrote 1 year ago: For some reason, Alex doesn’t have posting privileges (I will attend to that), but here’ … more →
bgblogging wrote 1 year ago: I’ve always loved the edges of things, the cusp, the in-between-ness of borders and transition … more →
bgblogging wrote 1 year ago: With no classes Wednesday afternoons, the entire school took to the fields, the athletes playing sta … more →
bgblogging wrote 1 year ago: Deep into a dream-riddled night, ripped the yodel of our ancient cat, Purna, signaling danger. I sni … more →
bgblogging wrote 1 year ago: Leaving rural New England for ten days in Texas and Arizona is a journey into the fact that we set n … more →
bgblogging wrote 1 year ago: As a New Englander I learned early on all about the power of punctuality: in school assemblies where … more →
bgblogging wrote 1 year ago: I treat my vegetable garden as free-form sculpture, the raised-bed boxes creating the supporting str … more →