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

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 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

“Pumpkins and Patches” (October 3)


When Daina texted me my autumnal poem topic for the day, I was reminded about how twelve year olds live unimpressed.  I hope you enjoy this poem. It caught me by surprise on my first reading. It could be a little moving if you’re feeling it. And here I was, thinking you might get a […]

October 4, 2013

“The Caterpillar and the Horse” (October 2)


My darling Daina has assigned me the subject of pie for today’s autumnal post. Not having much to say about pie, I asked whether she was sure. Her response was, “It’s done, Mom. It’s pie.” So, here is a pie poem. 10.2 The Caterpillar and the Horse “Are you content now?” said the Caterpillar. “Well, […]

October 2, 2013