My Brother’s Sixteenth Birthday

September 7, 1973, was my brother’s sixteenth birthday, so yesterday he turned sixty-four. I left for my freshman year of college, three thousand miles away from home, about two weeks before my brother turned sixteen. But I bought him a birthday present before I departed—a key case, into which I […]

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Return to Normal: Good and Bad

Last month I wrote about reopenings. Those have continued apace, and my life is slowly returning to pre-pandemic patterns. I no longer gear up for trips to the grocery store or drugstore as if I were heading into battle. I don’t even wear a mask in most stores. I go […]

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Bird Watching

I’ve never been a bird watcher. I don’t really care about counting the number of species or specimens I see, nor to I want to travel just to look for birds. And yet, in my new home (we moved almost two years ago) and sitting on my lovely screened porch, […]

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On “Renascence” and Reopenings

In junior high and high school, my favorite poem was “Renascence,” by Edna St. Vincent Millay. Millay wrote “Renascence” when she was only nineteen years old, which might explain why I found it so appealing when I was also in my teens. Something in its emotiveness spoke to my adolescent […]

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Vaccine Envy . . . No More

I wrote in early February that I was eagerly awaiting my COVID-19 vaccine, but at the time I thought it was still a few months away. I turned sixty-five this past Monday, which made me eligible under Missouri’s rules. I always expected that my birthday would give me little preference […]

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