I had the best weekend I’ve had in a long time. Maybe ever. Is that possible? One sunny day and one rainy day. Friday night we made tacos using tortillas made from this really great recipe (cut into 32 sections instead of 16 for street taco size), which turned out really well and reheated easily for snacking…
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Friday night I came home from such a wonderful evening which was about a year in the making and checked my email and assumed that since I hadn’t received an email from Write Bloody I hadn’t won the contest. I saw something on-line, but didn’t investigate, because I was pretty disappointed. On Saturday I was early…
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We’ve had some loss in the community this week, and it’s really hard to reconcile. Reach out when the dark begins to close in, sometimes just being in the company of other breathing laughing crying souls is what it takes to make it another day. This Friday October 20th at 7 pm, come join us…
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Not much time to ramble today. I’m sort of in the middle of some things and I woke up before the NYT email which makes me exceedingly happy. The coffee is very (maybe too) strong and I’ve had some lovely friend time for the past few days (including a writing group in a beautiful sunroom…
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I made this hilarious joke on Instagram and I don’t feel like it was properly appreciated. I even texted a bunch of people to ask them why they hadn’t responded appropriately to my hilarious joke. I think they just didn’t see it enough times, so I’m making it again here. See? Because the only thing that…
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I’m reading Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal, Jeanette Winterson’s memoir. It arrived as a gift, straight to my door because someone lovely really gets where I am right now. Winterson writes: So when people say that poetry is a luxury, or an option, or for the educated middle classes, or that it shouldn’t be…
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I am deep in some poems, though not as deep as I’d like to be (or rather, I have to come up for air and work and coffee and friendship and such). I’m reading and rereading Diving into the Wreck by Adrienne Rich and I looked at this amazing piece of artwork (above) up close…
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My sons don’t know a world without 9/11. There will soon be adults who have only existed in a post-9/11 world. What a hard place they’ve arrived in. In an interview (read it, she’s so lovely and it shines and shines in this interview) for a series with the Library of Congress, Aracelis Girmay says, I am amazed…
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I’ve been facing inward big time over the past week or so. Sleeping more than usual, emailing/texting the bare minimum. I’m not ghosting you, I’m just weird and purposeful right now, and really present where I am. I have this quote by Romare Bearden written on a piece of watercolor paper that leans inside my…
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1. I am writing this post from a blanket on the grass at soccer practice. Soccer practice has begun, and next week school, and the next week breakdancing. Brown leaves are scattered across the grass, and three white dogs are roughhousing nearby and I’m wearing the most comfortable jeans ever and things almost seem steady.…
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