I call her because I’m in the car, and I’m alone, and I am thinking about the meaning of the word “a.” And I’m thinking about this especially because she realized a New Definition of the word “a,” and because she is an editor for Merriam-Webster, and because she is very smart. And because she […]
Read moreThoughts of writing come less and less frequently these days. This is not surprising, I suppose, with All The Rest that is going on. I don’t expect to do much writing in the school year. But with that lack a fear comes, I think– a fear not unfamiliar and not un-overcome in the past, not […]
Read moreLately I’ve been in the garden. I love this. I love the smell of the dirt and getting dirty and leaving a patch of earth better than when I found it. We have a wonderful yard here in North Carolina, one that was landscaped long ago with several different garden beds and Places For Planting. […]
Read moreI vividly remember turning eight. It’s probably the first birthday that I remember with real clarity. We had just moved to Pittsburgh, back to the United States after living in Japan. So we were in the house I grew up in by that time, and the rest of my childhood years are informed by […]
Read moreI was Incredulous. That already it was Tuesday morning, with the Easter break over. That already it was 5:14. Now 5:45. Time to get up. I was Mother. Warming the oatmeal, pouring the orange juice, parceling out the vitamins. Calling the children to breakfast. I was Late. Muttering at the red light. At the driver […]
Read moreO Reader, I have no excuse. Here I am at the tail end of a four-day weekend, a weekend full of thoughtfulness and quiet and also joyous celebration (not to mention an Easter-basket-hunt during which Everett received a serious blow to the head and the baskets themselves were discovered in a bathtub), a weekend of […]
Read moreI got to talk with Lynne tonight. A Real Conversation, our first in I don’t know how long. It’s morning there in Shanghai and she’s moved on to April, while here in Durham it’s the last night of March and it’s feeling like spring and the air is smelling like the crabapple blossoms in my […]
Read moreOver there on that there Mommy Trenches blog. Thought you might like to read it.
Read moreMy friend The Swede sent me this one Just Today. She sends wonderful poems. And for the world of memory that is always tugging at the corners of my mind, this one seemed particularly appropriate. We are Always Too Late MemoryIs in two parts. First the re-visiting: the way even now I can seethose lovers […]
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