Tag: boston
Nice Clouds
Winter River View
Goodbye 2016
Sunlight
Fall
“I cried because I want my daughters to feel that blazing pride, that affirmation of their boundless capacity — not from their husbands, but from their world, from the atmosphere, from inviolable wells of certainty inside themselves. I cried because it’s not fair, and I’m so tired, and every woman I know is so tired. I cried because I don’t even know what it feels like to be taken seriously — not fully, not in that whole, unequivocal, confident way that’s native to handshakes between men. I cried because it does things to you to always come second.”
Spring
Q: “What’s your very best life advice?”
A: “One hears it a lot on airplanes: ‘Make sure you have your own mask on, before helping others with theirs.’ ”
Goodbye 2015
Esplanade
“One drop fell from a fern, and lo, a ripple
Shook whatever it was lay there at bottom,
Blurred it, blotted it out. What was that whiteness?
Truth? A pebble of quartz? For once, then, something.”
– Robert Frost (1874-1963)