Essay Pathways to our Past The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me, he complains of my gab and loitering. —Walt Whitman T he winter winds arrive late in November. The icy exhalation from the north barges into my yard, breaches the garden walls, and creeps ever so slightly
Issue 1 - Transition The Rhythms of Time A few weeks ago, amidst a global pandemic, I subjected my ninth-graders to the classic nostalgia-fueled E.B. White essay “Once More to the Lake.” No one had done the assigned reading, and then a fire drill took up the first fifteen minutes of