When was the last time I told you how grateful I am for your eyes on this page? Has it been too long? I’m sorry. I’m grateful for all the ways I get to communicate authentically with authentic people. It is literally the single greatest privilege of my life. I’d be so confused without it.…
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Yesterday I went to a poetry salon at a lovely art and book-filled home in Georgetown to benefit the Folger’s poetry programs where Carolyn Forche (who is reading at the Folger tonight) read poems to a small audience and everyone leaned in in in to hear her read from the sheafs of paper she’d brought and…
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Saturday before last, a wonder-friend sent me this poem by Naomi Shihab Nye. So many times, as we navigated the crowds and listened to the children speak and watched little kids holding signs that said, “I don’t want to be next,”at the March For Our Lives, I felt overwhelmed by the magnitude and sorrow and…
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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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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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It was a crying-in-the-emergency-room/on-the-phone-with-the-pediatrician kind of week. And simultaneously, it was a friends & PBR on the balcony, snorting laughter, visiting babies on the couch, hike in the rain with people I love more all the time, and reading National Geographic aloud to my littlest homie. It all coexists, it is all simultaneous. It was also my…
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Last Wednesday I woke to an email informing me that my beautiful, talented friend Terri S. Shrum passed away after a battle with cancer. She’d been diagnosed just weeks after she’d decided to pick up and move to Key West from New Orleans to devote herself to the craft of writing. I’d been reading the…
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I wrote another post ahead of time, with a passage from a book and something about Robyn and dancing, and maybe you’ll see it next week. This morning I’m going to spend a few minutes just writing. I am trying to really think of Aleppo, and I am equally trying not to think about Aleppo. How…
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