Something is wrong. I’ve flipped through my first bird journal three times now, but to no avail. How could that be? How could I possibly have been so negligent? Did I really fail to record what in hindsight seems perhaps the most significant milestone at this a… Read full post »

When you have never cared for beings so fragile you don’t know if they’ll last the night, you find yourself surprised by resilience. Not only had Franny and Zooey survived a thirty-foot tumble from their nest in the ceiling, but they had gone for several hours… Read full post »

Orphans run in our family. Michael, my husband, was three months old when he became one. His mother’s heart exploded as the car she was riding in skated off an embankment on Christmas Eve. The only evidence he ever saw of his father was the… Read full post »