Above Picture: On the fast ferry to Nantucket for the Book Festival, where newly bipedal Z staggered and lurched and hollered and ate a hundred Cheerios.
If you were one of my children, you'd know I always have Edna St. Vincent Millay's poem Recuerdo in my head. It's one of the few poems I have memorized, and it bounced off the walls of my brain the entire trip, in Edna's wonderfully affected voice. I like a little woman with a big voice.
If you were one of my children, you'd know I always have Edna St. Vincent Millay's poem Recuerdo in my head. It's one of the few poems I have memorized, and it bounced off the walls of my brain the entire trip, in Edna's wonderfully affected voice. I like a little woman with a big voice.
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