May 7, 2013
June 17, 2011
If I could send a call
singing along the phantom lines
I’d call to tell my earlier self,
‘Don’t worry, darling.
This is the hardest part.
It gets better, I promise.’
June 13, 2011
The cashier looked at
two tank tops,
a DVD with loud marketing
and one that proclaimed exercise
is fun when you Dance With The Stars.
At least I hadn’t thrown
a bag of Doritos in there.
The kind woman didn’t say
June 9, 2011
As the sun streams in, I try to put
my girl to bed.
Outside, people in yellow socks
are running around looking for beer.
I don’t mean that metaphorically;
they are actually
running, and they are searching for beer,
and when they find it, they will drink it.
I would honestly rather be right here,
reading Berenstein Bears and
Kureyon No Kurokun.
Which is nice to know, since this
is where I am.
June 8, 2011
Some days I feel like I’m failing
So then I take a little paper,
and a pair of scissors, and some glue,
and I mess around… just messing…
around… with paper…
until beauty has its way with me.
And I wrest glory out of failure.
Now listen, my dears.
Did you know that I send out a little
rich juicy starry beauty
If you’re not on the list for that,
you should be…
because I’m sending out some extra
treats this month.
June 7, 2011
Impromptu family dinners
are beyond delightful.
May 31, 2011
I resurrected an old dinnertime ritual,
and no one protested.
Hurray for picnics in the park! I started.
She leaped in joyfully:
Hurray for a pretty couch!
Hurray for a blackboard!
Hurray for a chair I never sat on til today!
Hurray for a craft table!
Hurray for scissors! For enchiladas! For pears!
Hurray for– for– for us!
It’s hard to top that.
But I would add, hurray for beauty
the humblest of crannies.
May 12, 2011
I put the bug outside.
I merged in the rain.
I used my new phone with the many many buttons.
I called my accountant and we had the numbers talk.
I drove across the slippery bridge over the river wild and deep.
I pressed Pay and signed myself up for a weekend
of magic and horses.
The strange gift of being afraid of
is that you stop waiting to feel brave.
You get things done still quaking, and then
you’re not so scared anymore.
I’m launching a new class to talk about this,
and it feels as new and sweet and precious
as a newborn.
If you’d like to join me, I’d be honored.
April 27, 2011
A light shone down from the heavens,
and it sang out, “Aaaaaaaahhhhh~~~!!!”.
April 6, 2011
So many beautiful and amazing things
But one of them was