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…