Months ago, I wrote my first post that had a ‘Part Two’, and I remember that I was completely flummoxed regarding how to start... Read More
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… on loving an old yankee man
On August 9, 1993 I took the plunge and began living with another man. Yes. It was a shock to my friends and family,... Read More
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… on the freakin’ alarm clock
In my room, I have a small oak writing desk. It sits along a short stretch of wall directly across from my side of... 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.... 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 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... 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 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
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… on mr. holland
There is a house, across the cove from mine, on an island snuggled in the mid coast of Maine. We, my nearly perfect husband... Read More
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… on oddballs and tennis balls
See that guy up there? Oddball. It isn’t his name. It’s just him. I don’t even know his name. But I’ve seen him nearly... Read More