In this chronology of paying attention, I've entered the middle school years. Oh, joy. I haven't actually written much about that yet, except for pages and pages of uneasy prose in the diaries I've locked away in a Rubbermaid container under my bed.
Certainly one of the very best parts of my middle school and high school years were the sunkissed pond days we spent at my grandparents' cottage. I've written one of my all-time favorite essays about that place here. I'd love to share the words with you again.