Tag Archives: Elizabeth Bishop

Coffee: Poetry Friday

While looking for a Hawaiian shirt at a thrift shop (for camp), my husband found a classic Italian espresso machine. Taking a risk that it still worked, he lovingly brought it home. It works. It’s a little fiddly, but it produces … Continue reading

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Please Come Flying: Poetry Friday

My husband and I hosted four 11 year old boys this week. My son and his three friends saw New York, boated by the Statue of Liberty and under the Brooklyn Bridge, swam in icy pools, hunted for bullfrogs, played … Continue reading

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