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Monday Morning Grace

Monday Morning Grace

When I worked in Silicon Valley, pre-kids, Monday morning had a completely different context for me. It would set in at about four o’clock Sunday afternoon that Monday morning would soon be upon me. I needed to “shift” modes internally to put on my “kick ass and take names” hat, ditch self-care and relaxation that I tried to embody on the weekends, and get back to work. Most people who work full-time Monday through Friday jobs don’t have the luxury of taking the beginning of the week – the Monday morning – a little easier.

Return [Poem]

Return [Poem]

It is quiet today here in my house.
The children, one-by-one,
kiss me and leave,
the door swinging behind them.

Like the calm after a hurricane,
there is mess in their wake–
and yet the storm will return,
perhaps with less force later on.

Brown Rice and Baked Potatoes

Brown Rice and Baked Potatoes

My family bought its first Litton microwave in the early-80s. My childhood is fraught with memories of microwave experimental cooking such as monkey bread, spam, and macaroni and cheese in that wonderful large humming contraption that even had its own stand in the far corner of our kitchen.