Blurred

Sometimes I do the right thing. Well I do something and it turns out to be right. Sometimes it’s the exact wrong thing. Most of the time I can’t tell which it will be. I came home after the boys were dropped off by their dad. I felt very guilty. I had to be in…

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Unpacking the Intro

I know I JUST posted a few days ago, and you wonderful subscribers get this shoved into your inbox whenever I hit publish. I try to be conscious of that with posting and frequency. But I want to tell you two things. Anyone who’s been in a writing group with me–hospital or otherwise–knows the introduction…

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Being Done

Did you ever take chemistry?  I did.  I worked really hard at it, and got really good at it.  I felt so incredibly satisfied when I overcame the I can’t do this and it clicked in my head and made sense.  Equation after equation, I understood it all–even helped other people with it.  And as it…

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Sixteen

This week I celebrated sixteen years of motherhood.  My son and I spent a few days together, traveling in California, eating sandwiches in the car, making up jokes, circling around in conversation to the same things and taking selfies in stupid places (my idea, always my idea).  As we were driving and singing along, the Pacific Ocean…

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Broccoli for Breakfast

Here I am with my biggest fan/harshest critic singing our original Rude Song a few weeks ago. There’s a whole album forthcoming.  Please excuse my hair, clearly we just woke up (broccoli for breakfast) or I was caught in a tornado (broccoli for survival). I’m only just watching this and there’s no broccoli left for…

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Floating

A few weeks ago, the kids and I went to the American Visionary Art Museum in Baltimore to see the exhibit we are inside of in the picture above.  It’s called King’s Mouth and it’s this big foamy cave you climb into and lay down inside and above you there’s a convex mirror encircled with lighted…

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Choices

         I’ve been navigating the world in guilt for so long, I don’t even know when it started.  My mother tells me I was born with circles under my eyes.  So maybe it’s been this way always. But lately I’ve been feeling particularly breathless because of it and so have been looking at…

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Suffering

On Mother’s Day, the kids and I have a tradition: we go on a hike by the river. I wish we did it every Sunday. But our weekends are so completely hyper-scheduled with games and practices and obligations.  I spend more time sitting on the sidelines with people I barely know who happen to have…

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Don’t Pity Me

Why not a super close up the nose shot?    I know it’s poetry month.  There is all this division around genre–this is how you write fiction, this is how you write poems, this is how you write a personal essay, a lyric essay, blah blah blah.  But the best pieces of writing have some…

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Nightmares and Heaven

Above is a picture of my older son in the setting of many of his childhood nightmares. We happened to visit a church that housed the school he went to preschool in and we snuck around into that hallway so that he could confront it. He was kind of astonished by how big he felt,…

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