Thursday, August 20, 2020
August 20, 2020
Sometimes I feel such tenderness, unexpectedly, for some part of our house. Often I feel helpless dissatisfaction instead, so I notice these special moments. Today it’s the tang of clear, golden green light gushing in the windows, leaves nodding in sharp detail behind the glass. The kids and I washed the windows yesterday for the first time since we moved here, inside and out. And Cinnamon sleeping. Rumpled, threadbare sofa and all. And Luke reading on the window seat. Gentle color from other rooms.
Wednesday, August 12, 2020
August 11, 2020
Luke was one of two winners selected for his grade for the statewide Gwendolyn Brooks Youth Poetry Awards for 2020. Here's his poem!
And here’s a video of him reading it.
Saturday, August 1, 2020
August 1, 2020
Luke and I met up with his friend and his mom at a lake cabin in Wisconsin that they rent every summer. It was wonderful of them to share their vacation with us. Here are some pics. And a few short videos.
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