by admin | Jan 20, 2016 | marriage, poems
The romantic comedy always ends when the couple finally gets together. But anyone who’s been married for even a month knows those fledgling days aren’t a true harbinger of what’s to come. When we were first married, the stark contrast between the romantic days of...
by admin | Jan 16, 2016 | Uncategorized
I wrote this a few days after learning that I had cancer. Now, when the gravity of life weighs too heavy on meDetails seem safe.I brush my teeth with care.I even floss.I wash a dirty plate until every speck of egg is gone.My closet is almost tidy again,...
by admin | Jun 1, 2015 | Uncategorized
“Chink!”She tossed the word with careless scorn,darted back into her first-grade classroom. And I, just passing in the hallway,caught it up and held it,turning it over in my hands. Like night slowly creeping inthe knowledge that it was thrown with purpose. Child...
by admin | May 22, 2015 | Uncategorized
I have a Briggs & Riley suitcase I bought before Ken and I met, 20 years ago. It’s a very good suitcase. At the time, it was the most expensive thing I owned, next to my 1990 Honda Civic. I traveled for work, and it took a beating. We’ve taken it on every trip for...
by admin | Mar 15, 2015 | Uncategorized
If I had only knownThree days was nothingFour weeks now notched on my belt of motherhoodFour weeks with a sick child, one at a time, usually on ThursdaysFalling not like dominoes but like patient drops from the tip of a stalactite J.D. Fitzgerald’s mother was...
by admin | Feb 11, 2015 | a mom's life, philosophy of boys, poems, Uncategorized
For Tennyson, who says it isn’t a real poem unless it rhymes. There was once a 9-year-old kidWhose stomach decided to ridItself of its contentsUnder the pretenseOf denying itself, so it did. There once was a boy fair and jollyWho snuck a lick of his friend’s lollyBut...
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