A Good Friday Reflection from a Mother to a Mother


Blood Moon I hold my son closer on Good Friday, the day another mother could not hold her own. I cut crusts from turkey sandwiches, send him off for a preschool party where he will find plastic eggs and joy in grass. Another mother stands in sand, sees her son given over to death for […]

April 3, 2015

Do I Bother You Like Plexus? – #NPM15


I try not to talk about my weight in the same way I try not to talk about my children at work. But I’ve become the elephant in the room, conspicuous as a Cheerio stuck to my sleeve, the constant yogurt on my shoulder. Weight is easier to carry than pictures of my children. I […]

April 2, 2015

Dirty Apples and the Friends Who Eat Them – #NPM15


She wasn’t scared when I inquired about the state of her apples, red and suspicious instead of delicious, looking as though they’d been painted to look like mimes, then wiped clean by a lazy person who may have mumbled, “oil based” and “impossible,” my go-to words for laundry and for art.   She said, “I […]

April 1, 2015

For E.E. Cummings and Adrienne Rich


I found these gems lying dormant in a crowded folder marked “Poetry,” as every folder should be. I wrote them in an attempt to catch up from April 5 to April 11 just before giving up to charge head first at the two book manuscripts I’m working on–you know, because if you can’t pick your pony, you’d […]

May 27, 2014

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

Open Mouths and Open Mics

The Little Literati

All that business about April being the cruelest month is true. (Eliot was right. Go figure.) I will add, however, that October and November can be incredibly hard on writers, too. Fall brings promises I cannot keep: a poem a day in October and a whole novel in November (visit NaNoWriMo.org for information about other […]

November 15, 2013

Three Three-sentence Conversations (October 4-6)


My daughter wanted to see three fall subjects this time around: wolves, costumes, and leaves. She actually listed a fourth—pie—but I told her we’d already covered pie. She loves a good pie poem. And, yes, I’ve written others before. one: WOLVES and the Dinner Date Cut Short “I don’t believe in wolves,” he said. “Werewolves, […]

October 6, 2013