Vincent finished first grade. Georgia, now nearly 15 months old, walks, dances, climbs, and orates in a cadence and vocabulary unique to her very self. Aidan is still finding his middle child way between big boy and baby.
It’s summertime and the living is chaos.
I haven’t just neglected you, little blog. Between my family, Collected Poets, Tupelo Press, and the new Tupelo Quarterly, well, I haven’t written a damn thing of my own in ages.
I need to reclaim some sort of writing schedule for myself back from the wilderness. If you’re still checking in here, thank you. May it soon be worth your time and attention.
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