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A poem I wrote earlier this year, from a tender moment of saying goodbye.
That’s what I said to him,
holding back my tears,
when he went south to begin college.
He left with one of my old frying pans
and a wooden spatula I’d been given recently.
And a new crockpot I bought for him,
like one… Continue reading
A few years back I invented a game that I started playing mostly with my youngest son, who was then nine years old. It’s called, “Make It Six.” It needed a name. The point of the game is really simple — come up with six reasons why you think something is happening. It’s an interpretive, conversational game. I made… Continue reading
When something sours, like milk, it takes on an acidic taste and curdles into chunks. It’s pretty yucky. Take a chug of that milk and you’ll likely spit it out immediately through a grimacing face. And, you’ll likely be just a bit more vigilant about checking “best-before” dates for a while.
This morning I was writing about one of… Continue reading
In her book Big Magic, Elizabeth Gilbert writes about the 20th century Irish poet Patrick Kavanagh. She describes him in the context of artists (poets, musicians, painters, dreamers and the like) and how they must often steal away to create their art. There are few artists that have complete spaciousness and funding to simply compose at their leisure. Rather,… Continue reading