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A Walk in the Woods

Spencer and Gigi have plunged into the woods every day this week, looking for adventure. They come back smelling of the outdoors, cheeks rosy, eyes alight. Today after breakfast, we all joined them. Cool air and gray skies made for perfect hiking weather. Even Gracie...

Risotto

Today I stand at the counterChopping an onion with my favorite knifeAn ordinary act hardly worth notingBut todayI note it. I chop onionAdd butterPour wineAnd ease slowly into the luxury of stirring a mealFor the people I loveSavoring not the aroma of melding onions...

Falling

Yesterday as we drove to soccerThe trees waved their lovely limbsEnrobed in the muted colors of late fall.Today as we came down the roadThe trees shivered, their arms...

Yearning

Are you going to be healthy now? he asked me How can a girl answer a questionwith so many longings tied up in it The old “normal”PeaceWholenessRest not tinged with worryTogetherness with no deadline Yes, I smiled,a little too...

Over Dinner

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...

Small Things

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,...

Slur

“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...

Lifetime Warranty

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...

Four Weeks In

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...

Limericks for TJ

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...