April 1, 2012
I spent today
drifting through Annie’s world,
where family is messy and awkward
and loyal, and trees and flowers and moss
speak, and people have given up pretending that
we are all anything but crazy and beautiful,
and disasters can destroy
everything except our own great
March 31, 2012
All else fades besides
the glories of Anne Lamott,
including the tears I wept and the
snot I swallowed as she spoke
about that elusive thing,
but the hours cackling and
rolling tape with the coven were also
November 17, 2010
As I snuggled her into bed,
I told her that I was
happy in my heart.
She thumped her chest.
You’re always IN
my heart, Mama.