Sure, I had the same jeans before pregnancy, but post-pregnancy, they somehow look like ‘mom jeans’. And I wore them to AWP in Seattle. Amidst the tattoos, long beards, and “ugly” sweaters (I’m pretty sure they were being worn with ironic quotations around them), I...
On this journey called a lifetime, courage goes hand-in-hand with fear. In my late-thirties, I was offered a career move to a major city . My son was in his pre-teens and testing the boundaries of our relationship. His dad, from whom I was divorced, lived nearby and...
When I was a kid there were two pretty extraordinary forces in my life: a book of poems called “A Light in The Attic,” and my older sister. By the time I was eight years old, I was a sullen member of the RIF (reading is fundamental) program. I segregated my worth from...
Today was the day to shovel sky clean snow clean breath sharp to our marrow. We know we will be all right really we will but I remember the story our mother told. The farmer was away when the blizzard struck, the first that winter of many blizzards that buried his...
Like many people, I was shocked by the death of Philip Seymour Hoffman. In part, I’m sure because we happen to live in the same neighborhood. His son once played in the same Little League as my boy. Not on the same team or the same division, but I’d steal glances at...
