ON THE VERGE

We were walking in Woods Hole, Massachusetts, my husband and I, a stroll over a bridge, a harbor, the boats bobbing along, and as an elderly...

because she gets nervous. Or maybe I am the one who gets nervous. I don’t know where this comes from, my travel anxiety. My need to scour th...

I mean that literally.  We keep the air on Cool, and most of our patrons love it, exclaiming excitedly how nice it feels when they walk insi...

What happened was I thought it was a cucumber.  That's what I'd planted, a labeled seedling, a gift from a gardening friend. And it ...

Six months ago, a year ago, I don’t have any sense of time anymore, a dear coworker was leaving the library and we sent her off with a littl...

and boys spill inside, playing lightsabers, the battle edging into the new books section, giggling, shouting, one of the boys collapsing dra...

The plants someone else planted, spreading and clumped. The ferns burnt up by the heat. The daylilies flopped over. The black-eyed susans dr...