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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.... 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... 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... 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... 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... 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... 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... 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... 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... Read More
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… on sociopaths and psychopaths (there is a difference)
Once upon a time in or about the year 2000, my dear husband and I had a conversation over a cup of coffee on... Read More
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… on old houses not quite empty
When one impulsively purchases an old house, the feeling of elation is quickly followed (and when I say ‘quickly’, I mean specifically the amount... Read More