I wouldn't call us birders,
Category: Uncategorized
Calm
The presidential election has been decided and I can hardly bear to speak the name of the person who emerged as the victor. The soaring elation I felt as I walked into the voting booth with my daughter and watched her push the button that recorded our vote for the first woman to run for … Continue reading Calm
Fig. 46
If you know me, you know I typically love to celebrate my own birthday. I like to take the day off from work, treat myself to chocolate croissants and espresso for breakfast and let the rest of my doings emerge naturally, in accordance with my whims. Museum? Writing? Nap? Lovely. Delicious dinner with my spouse? … Continue reading Fig. 46
Like a Chicken With Its Head Cut Off
This is a thing my mother would say when she was trying to convey a sense of how she was feeling when there were too many things to do, and all of them demanding her immediate attention. Or, maybe when she observed me or my sister manically scattering our own attention when what we needed … Continue reading Like a Chicken With Its Head Cut Off
Small and New
New Year's Day. The end of it, actually. I'm sitting in front of a Christmas tree that's lovely but needle-brittle. It has another few days in it, maybe, before we box up the lights and baubles and drag it to the curb. The truth is, I don't know what to say. I feel like I'm … Continue reading Small and New
In This Dream of My Father Now Available!
I'm happy to announce that the wonderful Seven Kitchens Press has launched my poetry chapbook, In This Dream of My Father, and it's available for order now at their website. I have been a fan of the work Ron Mohring does for many years, so it's a special thrill to be featured in his … Continue reading In This Dream of My Father Now Available!
Putting Away the Winter Clothes
Today is June 20th in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, and I think I can finally say, with no hesitation, that winter is over. Doesn't the calendar say this happens in late March? Doesn't it feel like it happens in late April or early May? Hasn't it been green here for two solid months already? For the love … Continue reading Putting Away the Winter Clothes
Lay it Fallow
I think I need to put my memoir away for a while. This is not an easy thing to do. When you write a book that you believe in, that you love, you want to do everything you can to see it thrive in the world. There's the writing itself, of course, first. The eight … Continue reading Lay it Fallow
Just Ducky
It's almost November. We have yet to "fall back," so the world is dark and quiet still outside of the windows in my dining room, where I have set up to write each morning before the family rumbles to life on the floors above me. This time has become increasingly important, as life here in … Continue reading Just Ducky
What Bloomed
Oh my. This hurts more than even I expected it would. The movers come tomorrow. Tomorrow. Here we are, at the very edge of it. The house is a chaos of boxes. The children are over-screened while the parents move endlessly from basement to curb to Goodwill with bags of refuse or donation; climb endlessly … Continue reading What Bloomed
Sheila squillante 