Ever since last week, I cannot help hearing the name Dessa Darling, a poet nearing Pop Icon status, and wrecking my serenity just a tiny bit. Only a tiny bit. Of course I’m happy for her. She is...
Dear Santa, I have been very good this year. & I hope your reindeer like the carrots I leave out! What I would like this year is some red plastic for my PW80, I also hope you have a pair of dirt b...
In a radio interview with movie director Robert Zemeckis, I learned about the origin of the movie, Back to the Future. Robert and his writing buddy were talking about their fathers, and their relation...
Thanks to my son’s take home Scholastic News magazine, I learned that November is National American Heritage Month. For Language and Literature night tonight, I pulled a free printable from Teac...
Today, I am not only the invalid, I am also the one in charge of this joint. It turns out that only one hand is still needing to be swaddled in gauze. The other hand had surface burns, but healed real...
“There’s a great — with the significant risk of sounding a bit pretentious — there’s a great Camus quote, in which he says something like, I may paraphrase, but, ‘A man’s...
The last thing you hear on the audio version of this recording is someone saying into the microphone, while the crowd is going crazy, “The Blues Does Not Get Better Than That!” This is Par...
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. These are the opening lines of the famous poem, The Jabberwocky, by Lewi...
(Inspired by the first five paragraphs of Sven Birkerts’ essay on Emerson’s “The Poet” – A Circling, Poetry, April 2012) This, then, is why and how, and all the other i...
Over dinner we got into a big discussion of not judging a book by its cover. We talked about the people we met at the Art Gallery, who were disabled, and how some people would look at them and think ...
Our lives are very busy with art and life and living and creating. It’s not always easy to keep up with all that the boys do, but I figured if I take one night a week to try to sum up the last w...
What I want is a Stage… and an Audience… and a Community of Artists! Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our ligh...
The Valentine’s Day card Ben and I made on the computer to pass out at the 2nd Grade Party My seven-year old hates Valentine’s Day. He will make that known to anyone who will listen to him. Yet ...
Today I may flywith my hair stickingstraight outin every directionfrom the electicityof a circular slide. Spinning dizzy on a grassy fieldmay happen next, or rollingdown a hill, arms plasteredto my si...
(Although, if I must be confined… here is where I’d want to be banished!!) Today I am feeling less than authentic. What happened, I wonder? In an attempt to connect and get to know other w...
The poem I read this morning from the little City Lights Pocket Poets Anthology, edited by Lawrence Ferlinghetti, was The Origin of Baseball, by Kenneth Patchen. It didn’t have much to do with basebal...
These were the first words in my head this morning as I sat up in bed. I knew it was time to write, and it is the last day of the month. The last day of the first month of the year. We are 1/12 of the...
It is so lovely to be getting lost in books again! It feels like I’ve never left, like I haven’t spent the last few years being too exhausted to read. I wasn’t too exhausted. Somehow...
This is from a Meme over at Occasional Boredom! Welcome to another week of Working Mommy Wednesday. This week our topics are: 1. What events from your past have helped form the professional you are to...
After I have read stories, sung songs, and tucked into bed my two little guys, my seven-year old says, “You know what’s wierd?” We are hugging goodnight, and once again, he has made ...
For me, the challenge is balance. Perhaps my goals are too lofty. Perhaps I have too many things I’d like to accomplish in life. I want a happy family. I have a job that I adore. And I’m a...
Consistency is simply not my forte – not my strength. So much I wish. So much I want. The hours of stillness before everyone is up, before all the needs of everyone start piling up before me. So much ...
This morning as I listened to Flamenco Guitar music on my way to work, the thought exploded in my mind that the reason I am a poet is because I’m a scattered mess of an artist. I don’t think all poets...
Last night we watched the family movie, “The Last Airbender.” It is a fantastic tale of a mystic world where people have powers of bending earth, bending water, bending fire, or bending air. Nations f...
My husband and I watched Brave New Voices, the 2010 top four Spoken Word Teams performing on television last night. I cried. It was one of the most moving experiences to watch these young people perfo...
