A Basket of Nuts

A few days ago I spent the better part of an afternoon at a restaurant with Usha and Gayle. Usha and Gayle live in the same town and have long been friends. I met them separately, drawn by the forces that bring mothers together. While our children created the...

The Fourths in Unison

In years long, long past, we often celebrated the Fourth of July at the family compound  in New Hampshire. Ma’s father’s family had been visiting Squam Lake since the 19th century; first they boarded at local farm houses and later rented a cottage at...
The Gardener’s Gene

The Gardener’s Gene

Is there a time-release bit of gardener’s DNA in the human genome that wakes up when one reaches “a certain age”? As a child and under duress from my mother I planted zinnia seeds. I didn’t particularly care for the flowers–I think Ma had...

Views out the windows

Surely, it’s just the season; surely I have too much time on my hands with no classes to teach, no papers to grade, exams to correct. Nonetheless I seem fixated on the critters who share this suburban development with us. Each night, when I am ready for bed, I...