Summer is almost officially here—I’m wishing you sunny days in all ways. This past weekend I went to a memorial service on Saturday and on Sunday, we celebrated Father’s Day. At the memorial service, we heard the Mary Oliver poem “In Blackwater Woods.” It is from her book American Primitive (1983, Back Bay Books) and it ends with these lines: “To live in this world you must be able to do three things: to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones … [Read more...]