Goodbye, Summer

Labor Day was yesterday and another summer has curled up at the edges and dissipated into smoke. I didn't write the novel, didn't put together the manuscript, or do much writing at all. I didn't fix up the house or lose the weight. I didn't even do some of the things that used to define summer for me during other years when the hopeful to-do list was gobbled up by mornings laying out in the sun or floating in the water and afternoons reading in bed. Where did the summer go?



Last thing I...