I am so happy to say that, finally, poet Meg Kearney and I will be reading together again. We first laid eyes on each other when we shared a reading but have never read together since. And now, once again, we'll get to share a bill. Meg is a fine and emotionally driven poet, also comic, also heartbreaking; and we are almost exactly the same age, and we will have so much fun. We'll be part of next winter's Bates College visiting writers' series, and there better not be a blizzard that night.

In other cheerful news, today Tom and I are going on a date to the sea. Take that, you overgrown lawn. Go ahead: grow some more; see what I care.