Next Thursday at 6:30 pm, please join me IN PERSON for a writing workshop at the beautiful Strathmore Mansion. Tickets are available here. Today is the last day of national poetry month and I’m doing it up big. In the morning I went to a middle school to meet 12 children (a few quite skeptical)…
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I really love yoga, and I swear it keeps my head straight and I don’t know what I’d do without it. But I’m really irked by pop-performance-yoga culture, it’s so annoying. That said, I definitely do the fuck out of some yoga. I just, like, don’t have the beads or whatever. I like to be…
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My friend Renee Olander has a gorgeous book that’s just come out, and she mailed me these beautiful cards with the cover on one side and a poem, “Scared of Devils” on the other side. When I was a kid, I was very conscious of my parents’ mortality. Perhaps more than normal. I’d check if…
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Oh boy, I’m writing a bunch of poems at once which is really disconcerting, and also really satisfying–well not satisfying, but kind of exciting. Like there are all these ideas that pop up as I’m walking around or drinking coffee or talking to someone about something unrelated (and just now I stopped typing this…
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My older son is off to college sooner than planned. He got an internship and is leaving early next month. It is a wonderful opportunity, I am so glad he got it. It is a terrible thing and I wish it weren’t happening. Both. I have been sighing with relief and weeping at the same…
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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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Before I left for the week at a writing workshop, I spent a few days with my younger son, taking him for a sleepover at my sister’s and swimming and just being with him. I missed him terribly while I was gone, though I was glad for the time I spent writing. While there, I…
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About a month ago, some really beautiful people in Santa Fe opened their home to me. I was in town for a poetry event, and as supporters of the theater, they often host performers. They bestowed immense kindness upon me, laughed with me, looked out for me and shared their wisdom. They made me feel…
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My children and I do not have the luxury of living together all the time. Sometimes they live with their father, sometimes they live with me. For Spring break, they spent a week with me and then a week with their father. By the end of our week together, we had gotten into a really…
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