Written for my sister when she had her first child, this poem captures - for me - the incredible change I felt when I became a mother for the first time: Perfect feet, curled in position Newborn smell, you capture me. ...
motherhood
Stand Still
There are no minutes There are no days Time etches on lengthening, stayed. Can't get it back No clutch and release Hold tight, run through Sandy grains, indeed. ...
Friendship, Motherhood, and Dog Years
You know how dog years work, right? For every one year they are alive, it equals about seven years in human years. I often think of this truth in reverse as it applies to my “mom friends,” as I lovingly refer to them. ...
Summer, I’ll Miss You
For most of us mothers, as the school year edges on, weariness sets in. Christmas comes, then Easter along with the onslaught of spring activities, shows, sports, teacher gifts, and vacation planning. ...
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. ...