I turned 36 this past weekend, which was also Major League Baseball’s opening weekend. It’s an auspicious beginning, I’m telling myself: my new year coinciding with the literal start of my favorite season. The beginning of the month presented the first anniversary of Short Relief at Baseball Prospectus. For something like 55 weeks now, I’ve written … More bon anniversaire
It’s September again and rather on its way to October. The farmstand near campus has had a cart of mums out since the first week of classes, when it was still August, when the weather turned an autumnal chill strangely early. Those August mums sported tight, closed buds, and now the cart riots lavender and … More september again
In continuing from last post’s theme, I’ll admit, I’m feeling frantic and dispirited most of the time these days, and I thought about making every word in this sentence a link to one of the contributing factors, but it’s become difficult to choose five or ten or twenty specific reasons. Choosing makes it feel like one … More before we lose the light
Holly M. Wendt 