Ocracoke Evening
A poem about the particular quality of summer evenings on the island — the light, the boats, the way time moves differently here.
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A poem about the particular quality of summer evenings on the island — the light, the boats, the way time moves differently here.
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The parable of the prodigal son is usually told as a story about the younger son. I keep returning to the father.
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Summer has a way of offering more time than we know what to do with. Here are five ideas for spending it well.
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May has a way of arriving with more promise than any other month. Here are five ideas to help you meet it with equal energy.
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Medieval cartographers wrote 'here be dragons' at the edges of their known world. I've been thinking about what we write at the edges of ours.
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