An entry in my son’s April journal, a regular writing exercise in his second grade classroom: What I saw was not normal. It had a cat’s head and a wolf’s snout. It had monkey fur too. But whatever I saw I want it.
At the aforementioned birthday celebration, my son and his group of friends found graffiti on a wall behind a tall hedge in a park. They decided that it was the key to a mystery, which they spent the next 30 minutes trying to solve. It said: Love stories may save me.
My daughter asked to have a spider removed from her room. When we didn’t respond quickly enough, she said, in a raised voice, “Regarding the aforementioned spider, please remove it!” My son and a few friends were celebrating his 8th birthday. They had finished one game and were considering what to do next. One of […]
Late March– ahead, on the black street– a ghost of snow
In the second-grade hallway of my son’s school, saw worksheets by students responding to the prompt: “I will take concrete steps to reach my goal of:” A sample of the responses: Getting a horse Being a chemist Seeing my dad Being a nanny Getting to the major league Becoming a YouTuber
In the checkout line at the Hannaford, misread “Brunch for a Coward” on the cover of a food magazine, and now I know the title of the reality series I will produce.
Snow in the late February yard is brighter at dusk
The smartest thing I did on Tuesday was read poems by Tomas Tranströmer. It was an accident that kept me breathing. The smartest thing I did this morning was read poems by Jean Valentine. Here’s one: Friend Friend I need your hand every morning but anger and beauty and hope these roses make […]
I just need you to know that I love this podcast, hosted by Jenna Wortham and Wesley Morris, two smart people with interesting friends, expansive minds, and genuine friend-chemistry between them. They’re not afraid to be goofy, but there’s a minimum of in-jokey pod-chatter. They’re not afraid to get deeply analytical, but they don’t showboat. […]
We were unable to attend the Women’s March on Washington, but my daughter wanted to make a sign anyway. The sign says: “If you mess with one of us, you mess with all of us.” On a completely unrelated note, we were discussing creative ways to curse someone, and my son suggested “dirty slimy lice […]