This past week Camp Jabberwocky announced it was canceling its summer season due to the coronavirus pandemic.
As I say goodnight to my 12-year- old daughter Pickle, I ask her if she would like to walk, bike or drive to school the next day.
My daughter Pickle and I are walking the dog yet again, traveling the dirt road loop that stretches around our neighborhood.
I live on an Island filled with wooded trails but for years rarely visited them. My children do not like to ruminate while pondering the burnt orange leaves of fall.
I am rummaging around in my past in Tallahassee, Fla., here for a memorial service for Ned Stuckey-French, a former professor and friend who died too young.
Dwayne (The Rock) Johnson is my spirit animal. My daughter’s too. I suppose I should explain.