In my room, I have a small oak writing desk. It sits along a short stretch of wall directly across from my side of the bed. I call it... Read More
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… on a year with marshal dillon dingle (a poem of love and thanks)
The light into my bedroom streaming Morning light sends wood floors gleaming Small shifts and shuffles from their dens Two German Shepherds softly dreaming. I imagine Blaze is chasing... Read More
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… on me and miley cyrus, and expletives in fenway park
I have three children. I can echo the sentiments of many a parent who came before me in saying that bringing up children is one of the hardest jobs... Read More
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… on a poet of strength with a gift of sure
I missed a poetry reading yesterday because I was busy meeting an artist. I met a woman later on who turned out to be the poet. And she gave... Read More
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on rules forgotten and the great facebook incident of 2007
On a cold winter day years ago, I came around the corner into my kitchen and looked out the window. Two of my wonderful cherubs (then six and four),... Read More
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… on freakin’ should people, and the rule book
At 5:30 a.m. yesterday morning I left Lexington, Kentucky traveling northeast at an average speed of 74 miles per hour. If I only stopped when absolutely necessary (and once... Read More
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… on a big move, to a big country, where nothing is a big deal
In 1995, my dear husband and I found ourselves sprinting through LAX. And by ‘sprinting’, I mean moving as fast as humanly possible with two year old Mackenzie holding... Read More
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… on road trips, soft porn, and a bridge from nowhere
Today I head out on a road trip with my son. Our journey is a 1,527 miles from chic and trendy Dunstable, Massachusetts to New Orleans, Louisiana (or N’Orleans,... Read More
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… on an old dog (and the things he’s done for love)
We have had many dogs, my nearly perfect husband and I, and hopefully will have the room and the time and the ability to love and care for many... Read More
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…on my first dog and the virgin mary in a bathtub
Growing up, my favorite author was Albert Payson Terhune. Sure, it was a mouthful, and none of the other kids at Shawsheen Elementary School had any idea who he... Read More
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… on the acquisition of live poultry and being a dog
I want a freakin’ chicken. No, I’m not kidding. I want a chicken. I want several. A gaggle or a flock or a peck or whatever it is you... Read More
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… on big boy pig piles
Little boys tend to fall into one of two categories. They are dinosaur kids, or truck kids. I’m not saying that the same kid can’t enjoy dinosaurs and trucks... Read More