April 4: Dorothy Parker


Dorothy Parker Fridays   I wear worry lines most days. They trace the edges of my eyes like war paint.  On days when motherhood will not be enough, I think of dark, short hair with waves as unpredictable as mountain roads. Twin backseat screams make short rides long, force me back to long-lost days of […]

April 4, 2014

April 3: Amy Riddell


Like a Butterfly for Amy Riddell With a mouthful of bean dip, I told you across the table covered in my sprawling prose pretending to be poetry, “How do you do it? You’re like a boxer. You keep your eyes open, your arms in— always a jab waiting in the wings. I don’t do that. […]

April 3, 2014

April 2: William Carlos Williams


The Good Doctor for William Carlos Williams “You now officially have more information about me than any other person on the planet,” I said, handing over five small-print pages where I checked family history boxes beside disorders and cancers, X-ing them hard, layering death-black ink like superstitions while tallying loves and losses, counting on confessions […]

April 2, 2014

April 1: Walt Whitman


To mark National Poetry Month, I will be penning and posting a poem a day to celebrate a poet I love. I admire regimens. I also admire forgiveness when I fail at them. Let’s be a team and give both a try! One of my deepest high school crushes was Walt Whitman. He was my […]

April 1, 2014