June 22nd, 2009
The curious thing abut a skylight is that the sky reduced to a small rectangular patch suddenly seems so much further away, so much further up. I lean back and am nearly overtaken with vertigo. How different this is from lying on one’s back in a broad and grassy meadow where the world seems evenly [...]
Read the rest...May 19th, 2009
I don’t remember how I was, but it was an age where I remember grown ups being faces hovering far above the legs at my eye level. It was the boredom of mothers shopping, my mother and her best friend together, shopping taking twice as long as it normally would because it’s also now a [...]
May 18th, 2009
All along, I think, I’ve been trying to parent with compassion. Trying to listen to what the kids were telling me, what their frustrations were signaling, what it felt like to be struggling and learning like they were. Maybe not all of of my on-the-spot reactions have been perfect, but I’ve been able to pretty [...]
May 15th, 2009
There’s a precarious moment, a moment when I feel I wobble on a quarter’s edge, ready to fall to either exuberance or hopelessness, and I’m struck that while the exuberant rush of feeling I can do anything, the giddy excitement, may be more fun than the gloom of realizing nothing I have done matters and [...]
May 15th, 2009
Girl Friday
Friday Refrains
Refrains, Discreet
Discrete Objects
Objects to Change
Change Jingles
Jingles Campaign
Campaign March
March Born
Borne Aloft
A Loft Garret
Garret Retreats
Retreats Advances
Ad Infinitum
May 6th, 2009
why lately I’ve had a little Aristotle obsession going? It isn’t the specifics of what Aristotle believed and wrote most of which are a little fuzzy after a decade and a half, so much as the encompassing scope, the willingness to pick up a part of the universe and start cataloguing and generalizing and explaining [...]
April 29th, 2009
So I made it through the last reading of the un’s post-apocalyptic feminist literature course (cheating slightly and not re-reading McCarthy’s The Road because it’s still fairly fresh from last fall’s reading; on the other hand, I could count two extracurricular readings in Doris Lessing’s Mara and Dann and Markson’s Wittgenstein’s Mistress which would have [...]
April 26th, 2009
There it is, in the 31st line of Francis Thompson’s Hound of Heaven “With thy young skiey blossoms heap me over” I have never seen the word ’skiey’ before and besides loving its challenge of pronunciation — it doesn’t roll off your tongue does it, with its two syllable that have a hard time distinguishing [...]
April 17th, 2009
This morning during a rushed phone conversation with a friend who, though she lives only a couple of miles away, I keep in touch with more electronically than in person, we both noted that we realized the other had been having a rough time recently, we need to get together and talk.
This sort of thing [...]
April 17th, 2009
The dreams I most hate waking up from are the ones where I am being ardently pursued, romantically pursued, not chased-by-a-bear pursued, and am being told of how fabulously desirable and so on I am. The dreams bear no guilt, are not about wanting a romantic relationship with anyone not my husband, don’t feel like [...]
It’s that conundrum, how do you sum yourself up concisely for the random, bored web surfer? You don’t really care what I do, or where I live… at least these things don’t set me apart much from the millions of other people on the internet. That is, I “stay at home” with my four sons in Portland, Oregon, and write earnestly about the things I think, identifying as a Bahá’í, a feminist, a St. John’s alumna (though I graduated from the University of New Mexico) and recovering philosophy student, a Suzuki parent, a reader… Is any of that really who I am? How about the list of random factoids?
