Last week, the weather was warm enough for my husband and I to eat outside on the deck, and at night to sleep with our windows open. We woke in the morning to the sound of a phoebe singing a spring song. I imagined the male bird advertising his availability. Then I...
I hold it true, whate’er befall; I feel it when I sorrow most; ‘Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all. -From Alfred, Lord Tennyson’s In Memoriam A.H.H., Canto 27 “Would you like to dance?” I asked the nattily dressed...
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