
Happy 17th Sloane!!



Photo of a photo, salvaged from a stack found in one of those white envelopes, buried in the basement of the house that I grew up in. Summer blonde, with the Izod grin, mobile, ready to camp anywhere in the Volkswagen. That was freedom, when others drove the bus. Today, my kids are about to turn 17 and 13, and I’m a parent. Did you know that July 23rd is National Parents’ Day? I’m probably going to be offline that day, so here’s to an early celebration. BIG thank you, Mom and Dad!


she only played
mozart, on chickering
flat tusks, ebony
keys, her fingers
pressing sound into
air, while my
head on pillow
rested for sonata
slumber, this childhood
memory of time
gone by, as
if anything really
leaves this universe
empty spaces left
to be filled
again and again