by admin | Oct 9, 2021 | a mom's life, poems, reflections
How is it that I studied my children at every age,drank in their constant remaking,yet missed my own?Meanwhile, I too was being remadewith my own fleeting epochs. Fresh faced, dewy eyed twentiesWriting…directing…starring inthe Movie of My LifeNo hurdle too...
by admin | Jun 3, 2020 | poems, reflections
As the daughter of an Asian father and a German–American mother, I can’t pretend to understand what it’s like to be a black adult in the U.S. today, to live with the possibility of being presumed guilty until proven innocent, or to instruct my teenage sons in how to...
by admin | May 4, 2020 | a mom's life, poems
I wrote this poem five years ago and reworked it recently. Now, of course, we all know that four weeks is nothing. It’s not even half the time we’ve been social distancing. So take this poem with a grain of salt. I didn’t know any better. Four weeks inIf only I had...
by admin | May 2, 2020 | a mom's life, education, poems
She sits at the kitchen tabledutifully diagramming sentences inscrutable indirect objects and those pesky prepositions(or are they adverbs?) But I am diagrammingthe way the light glints in her hairas she carefully shapes cursive,brow furrowedbut eyes darting to...
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 | 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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