We went out to my parents’ boat on Thursday afternoon to take off the sails in preparation for her to be hauled. The harbor is already emptying quickly. Trailers are driving up and down the streets. There are no batteries anywhere to be bought. On the boat, the children danced.
Another sky whose light comes from beyond the reach of our eyes. From beyond the realm of our logical minds. I love it.
Late-summer sunset, Lake Champlain, August 2011. The world is turning towards fall, a rotation I feel deep inside.
I’m honored today to have an essay on the brand new, wonderful BlogHer Moms. Stacy Morrison, who I couldn’t respect more if I tried, asked me to write about why summer is a sad season for me and, I think, for many moms. Please check out my essay and poke around the rest of BlogHer Moms when you’re there. I think what Stacy and BlogHer are doing is fabulous, and look forward to reading much more of what they feature.
Skipping rocks, Vergennes, Vermont, August 2011. On how