On this day when the whole country is sending a massive Valentine to corporate America and its imaginary cherubs and hothouse flowers and candy made by enslaved children who will never receive a bouquet of roses in their entire lives, always there must be others who are lonely, whose hearts are broken, who are in … Continue reading Valentine

Last Breath

Weeks ago, when they first appeared in the neighborhood, I assumed they were starlings. A flock of starlings is the bane of the bird feeder — a vast, clamoring mob of unmusical birds soiling the windshields and lawn furniture, muscling one another aside so violently that no other birds dare draw near the suet. But … Continue reading Last Breath