Root Cellar
Barefoot

My mother liked to make rules. She liked to say, “No going barefoot until the date of June 8,” which happened to be her brother Quinten’s birthday. It didn’t mean much, …

Bird language

Standing in the field at dusk, we waited. Alert for the whir of wings or a dark shape spiraling into the sky. Listening to a bird’s language of twitters, chirps and a nasal buzzing sound like …

Attestation

I had my second Pfizer COVID-19 immunization this weekend at the SUNY Albany campus vaccination site and I am writing this column in a haze of achy fatigue. I can’t say if my weariness is …