A new bird has taken up residence in our yard, and he has troubling tendencies. I’d seen evidence for several weeks – plenty of evidence – but caught him in the act just yesterday. A towhee perched on the…
Thank God for the people who survive their harrowing childhoods and live to tell their warrior tales. Thank God for the novelists who imagine courage in the worst of circumstances. They inspire us – the truth tellers – for truth…
I don’t feel great in the fearsome months of May and December – do you? (Speaking as a person who’s wound pretty tight already.) I’m grateful that mental health gets a lot more attention than it used to. Matt Osborne…
I ran into Walgreens, frazzled. The day before, I’d picked up my older daughter and a thousand pounds of dorm room detritus. In a couple of hours, I was leaving to catch a flight to the other daughter’s school. Both…
May can be such a bully. Even the peonies are demanding, flopping over with the weight of their own glory and requiring help (it’s hard to be your best self when gravity’s dragging you down). Farrell Mason returns to Bacon today…
On the first day of May, I led a creative writing class at a corporate retreat where thirty-five women shared some thoughts about the children they had been and the women they have become. “I’ll never forget the day my…