October 31st, 2018
A four-block stretch of our street becomes a Hallowe’en hub for kids from all over the county.
The local Democratic chapter holds a candy drive
and donates supplies to the residents of the 80-some-odd houses.
So we’d been warned, but were unprepared to host—too much moving in still going on this year.
Instead I walked among 400-500 kids,
digging that autumnal, twilight, dressed-up, sugar-buzzed thrill in the air.
October 4th, 2018
As we count the hours until our first house is finally bought,
we say goodbye to that chapter, hello…?
August 25th, 2018
I used to joke–as an archivist of other’s pasts–that my own journals would end up at The Goodwill.
Today I discovered my undergrad/grad photography portfolio was lost to–or transformed by–a flood in my rental basement. The negatives are fine, but much of the early alchemy happened in the darkroom.
And so, 1990s, adieu!
August 2nd, 2018
After a lovely lecture, our friend graciously inscribed his book,
as just beyond, in Lady Wharton’s garden…
the Queen Anne’s Lace blossomed,
the jewel beetles got it on (dig that extended leg),
and other creatures got up to no good whatsoever…
