This is my belated Thanksgiving post. I had lunch with an old friend today, and I spent a great deal of the time griping about my life. About my husband. About my difficult teenager. About all the sugar and starch I’ve been eating. About my difficult dog. About…well, pretty much everything. I’ve been feeling weirdly angry, and […]
On this coming Sunday, 18 November 2018, at 4 p.m., I’ll be reading at Village Books with my friend, poet Jayne Marek. (Click on the Village Books link to read their page on the event.) I’ll be reading from Body My House, and it would be so wonderful to see you there!
I’m a pretty busy person. Despite my teaching schedule this quarter, I’ve managed to get away for poetry weekends and readings. I’ve met friends for coffee or lunch (if they could drive to Everett!). But there’s something about my mother’s final days, about her death, about her burial and her memorial that has made me […]
A good friend has been sending me a poem almost every day. I wrote this one, by Mary Oliver, into my journal entry this morning, and then I wanted to share it with you. I’ve been thinking a lot about prayer (my family has been doing a lot of praying and hymn singing, and we’re […]