from a photo in the Times

Before he uploaded that photo of you on his page, there were other photos of you, many of them, and we have them all. We have boxes of them. And we have books that your mother tucked photos of you into, books with acid-free pages, organized¬† chronologically, each one labeled with a date and description … Continue reading from a photo in the Times


I’m thinking about rain today. It’s been a long time since I saw rain. Heard it. Felt it. We are not in a drought, but there has been no rain for many months now. Rain has fallen, but not in its original form. What was once rain, what would still be rain were it not … Continue reading Rain