So again ths year I failed to write enough blog posts to even bother logging into this little site. BUT, I did read another 100 books and I have resolutions! Resolutions to log in, to open the app, to open the latptop, to think, write, and hit publish! Cheers to a new year! Here’s theContinue reading “What I Read 2018”
Author Archives: Alisa Luciano
The Coldest Days
This week in lovely New England, we are having what the weathermen are calling the coldest days of the winter. Given that we are only one month into the three of the season, the quadrant of my mind where the skeptic lives smirks at that the sentence. When it feels like spring is far fromContinue reading “The Coldest Days”
What I Read 2017
I read 100 books this year. That number sounded insurmountable at the beginning of the year. It sounds like a ridiculous amount now. But I feel like I barely read many of the titles I want to read, so there’s always a new year ahead. I thought I had a fantastic goal in the middleContinue reading “What I Read 2017”
Endings, Or What You Learn That Can’t Be Measured.
It’s the end of school year. That anticipation builds, the excitement hardly contained, the noise levels rise, and then, suddenly it is over. Everyone is gone and the ghosts of laughter and happy shrieks and frustrations are silent. There’s an odd sensation after school ends when everyone scatters. The emptiness and the noise that recentlyContinue reading “Endings, Or What You Learn That Can’t Be Measured. “
The Peony’s Soul
Slowly, they bud, as the lilacs fade, as the days grow warm and long One by one, they pop open, bursting bright raspberry shades across the lawns They open wider, flinging ruffles and ripples across our paths They are generous benefactors, stacking pillows of pink and magenta in front of our eyes The slanting sunContinue reading “The Peony’s Soul”
Hearing Voices in the Spring
Spring is the same year after year. Flowers shoot up through the ground and bloom. Trees carry buds which flower and morph into yellow umbrellas and then into green canopies, lighting up against the gray, wet skies. But the fabulous part of this whole Spring production is that while each Spring carries the same template,Continue reading “Hearing Voices in the Spring”
