Category: Writing
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“Big Love, Small Moments”
“You have another apartment with brick walls, Miss,” she says, her face pixelating slightly at the distance between us. “It’s so cool.” It is cool. June 2022. My apartment in Brooklyn is smaller than the one I had in New Hampshire, and it’s in a two-unit building rather than a 200-unit complex. There’s no washer…
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Another Chapter
What we call the beginning is often the endAnd to make an end is to make a beginning.T.S. Eliot, “Little Gidding” I move to Brooklyn in fourteen days, and in a way doing so will serve as a nice chapter division in my life story. I can imagine an eighteenth-century style title for it: In…
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On Homes and Wildflowers
Fortune seems to smile on me when it comes to finding places to live. I live in a beautiful old factory in New Hampshire at the moment, with exposed brick walls and huge windows looking west at the hills in the distance. I am able to live alone, and can decorate my place just as…
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“The Narrative Thread Skips”
Forcing myself to actually do the grading that needs to be done, DiTullio,I opened Google Classroom and settled in for a long haul.It has always been like this:Classroom time is magic because it is the definition of potential energy:Stored energy relative to an object’s position in relation to other objects and forces.Grading is soul-sucking because…
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On Weaving a Life
I moved to Manchester, NH a week ago. I’m living on my own once more–but in a converted mill building this time, rather than in a stuccoed and tiled apartment complex. I am on the top floor, with sparrows and robins constantly flitting past my window as they prepare to land on the roof above…
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This Shattered World Holds Wonders Yet
I drove the New Hampshire seacoast route in my friend and COVID podmate’s car last week. We had gone to Portsmouth for the afternoon and decided to take the long way back. The sun had already set, but we had a bit of light to see by. Enough that we indulged our decidedly Romantic natures…
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“We Will One Day Dance Again”
I turned and steppedIn the music’s sway,Face to face and holding handsWith a young man at my university.You’re a good follower,My ballroom dance partner told me.You have no idea, I replied.Many years have drifted pastSince I last danced With a partner,And now—there is no safe dancing.I cannot drift and mingleAs the music plays.I must protect…
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On Living in a World That Has Octobers
From L.M. Montgomery’s Anne of Green Gables, Chapter 16: October was a beautiful month at Green Gables, when the birches in the hollow turned as golden as sunshine and the maples behind the orchard were royal crimson and the wild cherry trees along the lane put on the loveliest shades of dark red and bronzy green,…
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“There Is Nothing Lost”
In 1759, ten years after she died in childbirth, the physicist and philosopher Émilie du Châtelet published her magnum opus, a French translation of Newton’s Philosophiae Naturalis Principia Mathematica, along with her own commentary. Of course, Châtelet’s work was actually published by her friend, mathematician Alexis-Claude Clairaut, due to her death as well as her…
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“Spring Laughs”
Where I come from is gloomy in the winter.The blanched landscape gives no hintOf the underground life Patiently waiting for its rebirth to begin. Perhaps not as patiently, we wait,Warming ourselves with combustionAnd lighting our way with artificial lightAs we listen to the earth groanWith the effort of its tilting That brings us closer to…
Kate DiTullio | Teacher. Traveler. Writer. 