Guess what we saw during our sunset beach walk? Yep, another moose. This one was mellow and barely blinked as we walked past (keeping our distance, of course). Still, it feels so magical to come across a moose. They are such odd creatures, so large and majestic on one hand and so awkward and stumbling… Read More March books, and another moose
I wasn’t going to write this, though I’ve wanted to write this for a long time. Still, I put it off, I don’t know why. Perhaps because I didn’t want to speak up and piss people off, or perhaps because I was afraid of unleashing a storm of negative criticism against me. Yet, I feel it’s time to… Read More Book reviews and honesty
Because today was National Poetry Day, I decided to pick the apples off our crab apple trees. Standing in the yard, my arms raised overhead as I plucked one fragrant apple after another, I thought of ancient women standing in fields, their arms raised to the heavens in grief and triumphant. I had Richard Siken’s Scheherazade… Read More Of apples, poetry and Google Glass
Cinthia Ritchie 