I am sure about less and less things each year. Maybe in another ten years the only thing on this list I will still be sure about is the bit about love. Hopefully it isn’t only the bit about finding outfits in the van.
And who’s to say that this is all?
Our entrance into this peculiar blue sphere . . .
My brother died, and I remember . . .
Today, the bog turtle has been picked to watch. A thick-shelled mute specimen
representing an entire endangered species . . .
As a modern culture, we are surviving because we are most adapted to our environment. The catch is, we are also actively creating that environment.
Motherhood is a love in progress.