The Response: Loons — Cheryl When Bridget, Stella, and I drove by the lake this evening, the town beach was still busy, and boats were skimming over the water farther north. Here, though, it was quiet.

The Call: New View — Jessica I remember the first time I ever saw a palm tree. We had just arrived in Houston, leaving behind a snow-covered Salt Lake City. They were so tall and exotic to my 8 year old imagination – I almost feel back at home with this view. It’s a fresh […]

The Call: Wrinkled Water — Cheryl The fierce wind longs to take them, these flags of warmth, of sensuality, longs to wrench them from home over the wild lake waters, over the trees stripped of reds and golds, to fly like Mary Poppins’ umbrella, spreading magic high above frozen land. —Elizabeth Hobbs, “Hanging Red Flannel […]

The Call: Candle in the Window — Jessica To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts […]