Today I drove by our old house. I do not live there any more. You do though. You and the dog, and the tiny holes left from the push pins I made trying to turn the house to a home. You didn’t notice, it seems, the tiny holes I left or the trying I tried… Continue reading Pushpins
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On not being Mary Oliver
I think of her way with wordsthe slow, steady shuffle of her gaitAnd feel here coming towards me the way a loved one would meet you half way down the path.I imagine she wears a well washed shirt, loose pantsand a pair of sandals."Mary" I ask "Does this get any easier?"She does not speak but… Continue reading On not being Mary Oliver
The noticing
Mom and I walked out before dinner. Dad was finishing a meeting in the car. The bookstore we wandered through before heading out to the windy vastness was quiet; smelling like fire and full of summer reads, Christmas gifts, handmade cards ready to be written and sent.Outside there was a jasmine bush that smelled so… Continue reading The noticing
goblins
Hey, it’s mid week of mid-semester. I’ve told generation Z to put away their cell phones more than I care to tell you. Today, I referenced Chicago-the musical and was met with blank stares. I worked a scene so rigorously I left the classroom sweating (I wasn’t acting, I was directing). Two weeks ago 3… Continue reading goblins
Don’t be afraid
Not every song is a sweet one. Not all things get a happy ending. And life is hard. And love even harder. But here we are. Regretfully. And though he will never read this, I have to thank him for so many things-most importantly the reminder that when someone loves you, they do everything they can for as long… Continue reading Don’t be afraid
A lady all her own
My grandmother loved to dance, coffee with a lot of sugar, dogs. She was unafraid to speak up for herself no matter her age, was a great listener, and spent a ton of time on the telephone with friends. She loved college football, sweet-tea, the mini-series “The Thornbirds”. She loved to laugh, loved good gossip… Continue reading A lady all her own
Up and at it
This is what I tell my students: you never enter a moment where you don’t think you are going to achieve your objective. And you fight with everything you have to do just that. Finally, when everything else fails-you stop fighting. You find a new objective after you experience the realization of loss. This is… Continue reading Up and at it
down the drain
I am thinking about the word "damage". I am thinking about how that conjures up the image of a bombed out building. A package ruined in the mail. A mis-sewn pair of jeans. A limb that no longer functions in the full way a limb should.I think of loss. And I think of fear. I… Continue reading down the drain
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