I was moved to tears yesterday when I heard at the end of Sally Ride’s obit on NPR that she was survived by her partner of 27 years, Tam O’Shaughnessy. I am moved almost to tears again today when I hear there is backlash that she didn’t come out sooner. Sally Ride’s passion, from all accounts, was being an astronaut. …
A Matter of Grace
The four o’clocks volunteer every spring. As late summer’s heat bears upon them, they will become brown and leggy, but now at midsummer the plants are dark, plump, and glossy-green. Their flowers are fresh and bright, inflamed and sunny. Hummingbirds feast at the funneled amphoras. They drink voraciously, stopping only to chase other hummers from the stash. Their window of …
The Language of Blood and Bone
I set off at dawn this morning on the hill trail, with the dogs and four small apricots fresh from our tree. After the second hill I came to the manzanita decorated with old, stuffed animals. Who left them there, and for what reasons I can’t know. But suddenly it felt important to leave my plumpest apricot there, wedged on …