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Writer (currently working on how we think about what makes us sick, for St. Martins). Farmer (goats, pigs, horses, sheep). Mother/wife/sister/daughter/person.
Robert Frost always says it best.
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day
Nothing gold can stay.
Goodbye, February. I am not sad to see your end.
Rewatching Buffy the Vampire Slayer. (My friend said, "Yes, that's because you miss your daughter." She's so right. Youngest child is killing the second semester of freshman year and flourishing. I wouldn't wish her elsewhere, but watching a strong girl slay evil is helping.)
Late afternoon trail ride on the farm.