Friends & Feminism

Although I’m not heading for some exciting vacation destination, the season keeps offering up change-of-pace delights just the same. Already this season, I’ve felt this in the strawberry field and the movie theater and this past week I’ve felt it...

Heat. Shimmers.

I am wrung out. There’s a massive heat wave and the result personally is that I feel like a balloon deflated with the rubber looking darker because I’m no longer buoyant. Being wrung out is making me feel darker. Odd thing is this: there are so many...

Summer Rolls Through

We are tennis afternoons, talking to our brother on the phone in Philadelphia, choosing the four headbands we consider pink and purple, being bored, playing with Kate and Gabe, and hosting the soon-to-be fattest woodchuck in town in the backyard. That’s to say,...