The solstice is the season of grass. Where I live, probably the classiest, smartest species is needle and thread grass (Stipa comata). This one blooms by late June and is found in fields, high mountain passes and grungy vacant lots alike. It's got a long, thin wispy tail coming from out of short, sharp seed … Continue reading June and the family Poaceae
Month: June 2011
To All Daughters
who think they're not good enough, or think they ought to be prettier or more compassionate or at least thinner. To those who feel they don't feel enough for their families, especially their mothers. In fact, to all daughters who have troubled, complex, maybe even unfriendly relationships with their mothers, near or distant, and because … Continue reading To All Daughters
Book Air
There are days that are dominated by memory. Some specific, some sporadic, a smell maybe, a song, an old picture and wham, you're not just remembering, you are there again. I mean, a secret door has opened and there you stand at fourteen. Time splits. You're the you you are now, stunned that you are … Continue reading Book Air
The writer on hold…
There is a curious HOLD pattern to the writing life while one's novel is being, uh, considered by strangers. It's accompanied by a mute marvel: did I really do it? Did I actually complete an entire book? And someone is really concentrating on it enough--I really got this far with the whole thing? This is … Continue reading The writer on hold…