Summer break, Day 2

Eight weeks.  Eight weeks I have to cram in all the things that have been backing up while I worked.  So far I have met my writing goals–2500 words–and my blogging goals–every day so far (all two of them!). Another poem to celebrate the season. Emily Dickinson A something in a summer’s Day As slow…

Sumer is Icumen In

Yes, I am an English Lit nerd.  There is no other way to celebrate my first day of Summer Break than by quoting medieval English poetry. Sumer is icumen in, Loude sing cuckou! Groweth seed and bloweth meed, And springth the wode now. Sing cuckou! Ewe bleteth after lamb, Loweth after calve cow, Bulloc sterteth,…

For Reece

This week a friend lost her son in one of those freak accidents that every parent fears.  He was 5 years-old.  His name was Reece. Her pain is too much to bear, yet she soldiers on–for her husband, for her children, for her family, for everyone else who mourns his passing.  I have no words…