A very beautiful, very dear friend of mine asked me to read a poem at her wedding–a poem of my own. She is an enormously special person to me. We have been present for one another in times of excruciating grief and joy. She is someone who I believe, having known her since she was…
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It was a big week in our household. My older son turned 17. He was a little bummed about it. “It’s the last birthday of my childhood.” “Being an adult isn’t so bad,” I told him. “Honestly, the taxes and bill paying really aren’t a big deal.” “I’m reading 1984,” he responded. Well. A year ago…
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Last week was really busy and kind of brutal on my body and schedule and my housekeeping (honestly, by the weekend it looked like a tornado had hit this place, kind of gruesome–fortunately I’m capable of looking away from stove crumbs). So if I’m behind on replying to your poem or email, I’m sorry. The to-do…
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