When I got ready to move back to Vermont after finishing grad school, I knew the one thing I would miss would be the metro park down the street from my apartment. It had become an old and trusted friend, another home, a place to center myself and be. Something about my solitude and comfort…
I grew up on a small court. Despite it’s size, there were two groves of trees. One grove next to my parents and the other next to my grandparents. In some respects, I grew up inside these trees more so than from within the walls of my home. So long as there were not ridiculous…