by Sara Etgen-Baker Alas, beautiful gardening gloves, I knew you well. I remember the early March day I opened the package and slipped you onto my hands. At first, you were a bit stiff and uncomfortable; but over time you softened and became my weekly companion, pulling weeds, cutting flowers, and guiding the nozzle on […]
by Kalí Rourke I love Halloween. When I was a child in Northwest Washington, it meant brisk mornings and cooler evenings with bright, colored leaves flying everywhere as my favorite holiday approached. I spent hours deciding what persona I would let loose each year. My mother was my willing conspirator and her crafty skills and imagination created prize-winning […]
by Sara Etgen-Baker It was a perfect autumn day. Far enough from summer to have lost the heat and not close enough to winter to have that bite of cold. I slipped into a lightweight jacket and stepped outside, smelling the sweet air that was all around me. The rising sun had dyed the sky […]
by Ariela Zucker The lone red leaf on a soft mat of green that I detected this morning, is it a sign of fall? “One swallow does not a summer make,” (Aristotle), a voice inside me resists. One red leaf does not herald a season just like one flake of snow is not a sign […]
by Sara Etgen-Baker The home I grew up in was a two-bedroom, one-bath cracker box house. Minus the garage, it was only about 950 square feet. Like most post-war homes, ours didn’t have any air-conditioning. During the summer, Mother opened the windows for circulation and summertime heat relief. Most summers, our neighborhood wilted under a […]
by Ariela Zucker “As I remember your eyes, Were bluer than robin’s eggs.” Joan Baez – Diamond and Rust. I watched them for almost three weeks, a couple of robins building their nest. They flew around the front yard for a while. Checked the grassy lawn for its offering of forage. Perhaps consulted with the […]
