I have always measured my life in summers.  They bookend the school years of my youth and those of my adult life.  Hot, languid summers -- sweat dripping down your back and brow, the smell of rain in the air and the dark, musty smell of earth deep in sweltering New England woods.  Hot gardens full of ripe strawberries and tomatoes.  I am full of these scent memories gazing at the gray, muggy Brooklyn skyline.  For all that I hate the heat (and the sweat!), I am full of love for Summer.

Last summer I began a blog as a requirement for a class.  I found I liked it.  This summer, I hope to really renew my commitment to "writing."  Starting with Bechdel-ing my personal library!

Welcome summer!

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