The full moon gleams in the sky this morning as I head out to start my daughter’s car this pre-dawn morning.
Winter, my familiar friend.
Yesterday, chatting with my neighbor while we’re back to our traditional winter activity — snow shoveling — he said laughingly, Well, what are we going to do? Be mad about it?
Winter, dear friend, I now know you very, very well, in your elegant beauty. This year, I’m going to love you wholly — for at least two weeks.
Here’s a few Rebecca Solnit lines for this impeachment hearing week.
Every woman knows what I’m talking about. It’s the presumption that makes it hard, at times, for any woman in any field; that keeps women from speaking up and from being heard when they dare; that crushes young women into silence by indicating, the way harassment on the street does, that this is not their world.
Stony Soil Vermont 