Writing

The Loudest Version Wins

I read something this morning that made me close the laptop and go outside. It doesn’t much matter what it was, which is sort of the point. A take, delivered with complete certainty, about something the writer clearly hadn’t turned…

My Frogs Are Back

The frogs are back. They started singing in March, same as the last two years, and the pond greeted five or six of them — sometimes closer to ten when I count carefully and they cooperate by holding still. The…