Moonlight Sonata

I stand in the garden watching a crescent moon hover above the tips of the fir trees.  The thrushes surge in their singing as they do at that twilight hour and the newly arrived swallows swirl about the eves. Music drifts out an open window and I realize it is my son playing piano.  Playing…

Geese

A spring, not so long ago,   I discovered two Canada geese in the field by the blue pool.  A spring when my father was still alive.  The pool is a luminous ribbon of water that arches away from the river and cuts across a fallow field.  I visit this part of the river often. Follow the…

Kids, Swamps, and Beavers

I’m excited  to say I   have an essay at the Brain, Child  blog.   Take a look or read some of the other very fine essays there. Finding the Center