Ideally, I would write about delight every day, making its cultivation and appreciation part of a routine until the need to think in terms of…
Reflecting on the incident of a few days prior, I can now concede that Carolina was right to strike out the sentence, “we can all…
That this is the first “real” (read high 60s/low 70s and sunny) weekend this spring is delight enough. That today was…
I experienced a profound dislight the other morning, and just now a pure delight at enjambing (the “jam” aptly capturing the rather violent…
It’s a windows-open day, and still early enough in spring that the novelty of birdsong puncturing the hum blanketing the city rings loud, true, and clear, Hey! I’m Here!
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What does it portend when a baby boy (I should say toddler, and if we’re being objectively honest in our assessment, the cutest baby toddler) who…