Sunday, September 4, 2011


Dear Friends,

I am back from the quietly glittered wedding of my brother.

On the day of the wedding, after eating a steak and farm fresh eggs for breakfast (compliments to my Mom), I reflected on how my family tree had zealously grown into its own woods of pine, oaks, maple, and fruit trees.

Yes, in the words of Robert Frost, my family had become "lovely, dark, and deep."