Archive for November, 2004



a thought i had
as you stretched out in the bath:
you, my water-bearer,
water-dweller,
you, who ripened inside me,
grape, plum, apple, pumpkin,
until the harvest time
(hand picks an apple, hand picks a plum,
dum ditty dum ditty dum dum dum)
and you slid down, down, down
out of deep, unordered water
let there be you!
you, all of you, already:
lungs, spine, arteries, eggs…
eggs! yes,
silly, […]

Thanksgiving has tipped over into Advent, but nonetheless, I’m thankful for the following:
Wild rice salad, mashed potatoes with blue cheese and port caramelized onions, homemade rolls, pumpkin pecan pie (a double-decker delicacy)… and leftovers.
C’s grandparents who visited over the weekend. She warmed to “Pa” considerably, but was never quite sure about him. Might have been […]

I’m sure that gets the grandmothers’ attention!
Many of our friends with kids C’s age are either pregnant again, or have already had the second child. Let’s see if I can map out my mental journeying in relation to this.
Stage One. Good for them. Another child to love, a sibling for their first one, how […]

It’s been a long silence. As I told my sister-in-law recently, I haven’t felt much like writing. There’s almost too much to write about. Julia Cameron recommends writing stream of consciousness “morning pages” each day. I don’t live that kind of life right now, but I wish I did. I do feel the need from […]

The Peace of Wild Things
-Wendell Berry
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the […]

In our house the season of festivities begins in August: we have my husband’s birthday, then our wedding anniversary, then Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year’s, my birthday, and now our daughter’s birthday in February. By mid-February there are no more celebrations and I get depressed because the holiday half of the year is over, until […]