I'm trying to remember the first thing I read by Brian Doyle. It wasn't "Joyas Voladoras," his astonishing piece on hummingbirds and hearts, though that is probably consistently my favorite thing he wrote. It wasn't "Leap," maybe the best thing written about holding onto hope after September 11, which you can read at
Notes from an Urban Cabin #18 | Brian Doyle
Notes from an Urban Cabin #18 | Brian Doyle
Notes from an Urban Cabin #18 | Brian Doyle
I'm trying to remember the first thing I read by Brian Doyle. It wasn't "Joyas Voladoras," his astonishing piece on hummingbirds and hearts, though that is probably consistently my favorite thing he wrote. It wasn't "Leap," maybe the best thing written about holding onto hope after September 11, which you can read at