{"id":820,"date":"2023-06-21T20:52:08","date_gmt":"2023-06-22T00:52:08","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/?p=820"},"modified":"2023-06-21T20:55:52","modified_gmt":"2023-06-22T00:55:52","slug":"21-summer-shards","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/2023\/06\/21\/21-summer-shards\/","title":{"rendered":"# 21 summer shards"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Today on the longest day of the year, I wore my raincoat to walk the dog. This year&#8217;s summer solstice is a  welcome wet green day. Today&#8217;s rain soaked walks reminded me of a photo of Zo\u00eb and my mother in raincoats in Maine. My parents taught us to always have good rain gear so that no matter the weather we could get out and enjoy the day. I have talked to several old friends and relatives this week who all have such fond memories of my parents and the magical way my brothers and I were raised.  It&#8217;s as if mom and dad carried umbrellas that allowed us to grow in idiosyncratic creative directions. A recent visitor saw my father&#8217;s sculptures in our house and she said, &#8220;oh that&#8217;s where you got your talent.&#8221; I thought to myself, no that&#8217;s where I got the permission to make the things I dream of. As a kid I danced until the downstairs neighbors complained. Stephen played the drums. Shawn wrote songs and played every instrument he could get his hands on. Nick was ready to play every sport. Each of us filled sketchbooks as a form of breathing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image alignwide size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1021\" height=\"1024\" src=\"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/06\/21-summer-23-1021x1024.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-821\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/06\/21-summer-23-1021x1024.jpg 1021w, https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/06\/21-summer-23-300x300.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/06\/21-summer-23-150x150.jpg 150w, https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/06\/21-summer-23-768x770.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/06\/21-summer-23-1532x1536.jpg 1532w, https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/06\/21-summer-23-1200x1203.jpg 1200w, https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/06\/21-summer-23.jpg 1596w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1021px) 100vw, 1021px\" \/><figcaption class=\"wp-element-caption\">Dahlia<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The Raincoat<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">When the doctor suggested surgery<br>and a brace for all my youngest years,<br>my parents scrambled to take me<br>to massage therapy, deep tissue work,<br>osteopathy, and soon my crooked spine<br>unspooled a bit, I could breathe again,<br>and move more in a body unclouded<br>by pain. My mom would tell me to sing<br>songs to her the whole forty-five minute<br>drive to Middle Two Rock Road and forty-<br>five minutes back from physical therapy.<br>She\u2019d say, even my voice sounded unfettered<br>by my spine afterward. So I sang and sang,<br>because I thought she liked it. I never<br>asked her what she gave up to drive me,<br>or how her day was before this chore. Today,<br>at her age, I was driving myself home from yet<br>another spine appointment, singing along<br>to some maudlin but solid song on the radio,<br>and I saw a mom take her raincoat off<br>and give it to her young daughter when<br>a storm took over the afternoon. My god,<br>I thought, my whole life I\u2019ve been under her<br>raincoat thinking it was somehow a marvel<br>that I never got wet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&#8211;Ada Lim\u00f3n, in The Carrying: Poems, Milkweed Editions<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Today on the longest day of the year, I wore my raincoat to walk the dog. This year&#8217;s summer solstice is a welcome wet green day. Today&#8217;s rain soaked walks reminded me of a photo of Zo\u00eb and my mother in raincoats in Maine. 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