Category Archives: Maryland Days

The Tree of Life

The slide showed a dirt road enveloped in a misty shroud. At the side of the road a beautiful red flower with a yellow lip stood out against the wet green blades of grass. Pebbles glistened. “What is it?” I … Continue reading

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The Smell of Fresh-Cut Grass

When my first-born son was seven months old, I decided to visit my family-of-origin in New York City. I was feeling somewhat lost in the place I had arrived—motherhood, and infants in general, were a foreign territory for me, and … Continue reading

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Bluebirds, Bluebells, and Love

  I met Stephen two days after his wife and their unborn child had died. Jennifer, who would have become my sister-in-law, was killed by a careless driver. Having barely met my boyfriend’s family, I arrived to share their worst … Continue reading

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Moth Genitalia II.

I had a friend, Adrienne, who seemed as delicate as the butterflies she studied. Some beings keep their secrets well hidden. Adrienne and I both studied leps—Lepidoptera—she, butterflies, and I, moths. Through the microscope we examined wings, heads, legs, and … Continue reading

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Moth Genitalia I.

People give me gifts with insect motifs. Just because I once worked with insects doesn’t mean I identify with them. Never mind that I wrote a novel in which the main character, somewhat reminiscent of myself, is a mayfly. As … Continue reading

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