Posts Tagged ‘life’
haiku you
I’m sorry I’ve been so quiet this week. I have a number of things of my blogging list, including an interview with the wonderful Julie Schumacher and a review of her new book, Black Box. But with the radio thing on Sunday (which went well, I think), the launch of Mother Words Online yesterday (yay!)…
Read Moreone year old!
A year ago, I woke up nervous and still sick with the cold that wouldn’t go away. Big, wet snowflakes fell outside, and I was snuffling and coughing. D took Stella out to breakfast so I could rest, but it was difficult for me to sleep. How could I sleep when I knew that in…
Read Moreshould
It’s embarrassing how many of my sentences and thoughts begin with “I should…” I wish I could remove the word from my vocabulary, vote it out of my life. But even if I refused to say it, or—and this seems impossible—refused to think it, it would still be there, a silent but persistent anxiety, an…
Read Moreglued to the television
I’m sitting in front of the television, getting chills from the power of collective hope. Oh how I wish I were in D.C. right now!!
Read Morea little like golf
My grandpa, Spencer, will be 100 years old on January 19th, and we’re having a big party for him on Saturday. 100 years old! It’s difficult to imagine the changes he’s witnessed in his lifetime. He has lived to see 19 different presidents in office (including Obama, for whom he voted). Grandpa was born in…
Read Morelooking forward
Happy New Year! I hope you all had a relaxing holiday, or, if not relaxing, exciting. We’re just back from my mom’s cabin, where we spent a few days skiing and cuddling and skiing and cuddling. Stella got cross-country skis from Santa (you gotta love that guy), and she was all over the skiing. I…
Read Moremerry christmas!
Merry Christmas, friends. I hope you have a lovely holiday. I’m gearing up for two ham dinners today and four waves of gift-giving in the next two days. Stella is beside herself with excitement and Zoe is happily oblivious. Safe travels to those on the move.
Read Morered enough
Last week I posted about how people smile and gush when they see my little, beaming Zoë. What I failed to mention is that after some of them have exclaimed about her hair and her smile, they turn to me and say, “Where does she get the red hair?” or “Does she get the hair…
Read Moreprecious
I don’t post about Zoë very often because, well, she’s a baby. She does baby things: covers her face with pureed carrots; scurries around the wood floor collecting lint and trying to get it into her eager mouth before I intercept her. She dances, rocking her body like the tiniest Deadhead when she hears any…
Read Morewhat we can count on
I’m embarrassed to say that I had never read anything by Ellen Bass until last week, when one of my lovely students (thank you, Ann!) e-mailed me this poem after it had been featured on Writer’s Almanac. (I’m reprinting it here with the author’s permission.) After Our Daughter’s Wedding While the remnants of cake and…
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