The year or two after I graduated UConn felt aimless even as I worked. It was a struggle to fit into America after my emotions and ethics had been put through the ringer by LBJ and Nixon. I don’t speak much of those times. Several of us camped in the forest off Mason Road together […]
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“With each step, take refuge in Mother Earth.” The first thing I notice is that I’m following my shadow. This has always been a shady chamber of tall white pines, but one of the grandfathers has fallen, and new and sunlit growth surrounds the path through Holt/Kinney Woods. In Kay Holt’s childhood, she knew this
Dusk is the deepest part of twilight, that fleeting time of not quite dark when magic feels possible. At dusk this June you could catch magic in a mason jar like you did at the age of six. Remember? Optimism can be hard to come by, but this year the fireflies did their part. Our
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