The True Shape of Things
I love autumn, and autumn in New England is particularly poignantly beautiful. The leaves, oh the leaves! It's as though the trees release their passion in one final gasp of ecstasy before their long sleep. The colors stun the senses with their beauty; it's almost too...
Wellspring of Love
A few weeks ago I wrote about romance and in that post I confessed that at this point in my life I'm not sure what love actually is. A strange admission from a reasonably intelligent, well-educated, middle-aged broad with two marriages and two children in her history....
Die In My Arms
When I was pregnant with my first son in 1989, I approached parenthood the way I approach every new endeavor. I read whatever I could get my hands on. I had a shelf of books on pregnancy, labor and delivery, breastfeeding and parenting. Like most parents, I wanted to...
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the stone wakes up
joins the chorus
sings with the frogs
wild
all night long
under the whirling stars
–Carmine Leo