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One of the best parts of Colorado in the summer is the weather. Today was one of those picture-perfect days: it was not too hot, puffy clouds that kids see pictures in, a slight breeze, but warm sun on your shoulders. Then, on the drive home, dark gray clouds that promise rain. Rinse, repeat for [...]
My son has hives. Again. The first time he got them he was 3 months old, and while I kept calm on the outside, I was freaking out on the inside. I am now freaking out again. Moms do this—and Dads let them as a method of self-preservation. Thing is, with all we went through [...]
I am very glad for being back to my old job. It’s like putting your old shoes on–you like your new shoes, even though they hurt your feet a lot (shiny and new is cool, but in the end how you feel is what’s more important). But the old shoes elicit a feeling of comfort, [...]
As you may know, my friend Oliver is teaching forms again, and is writing the forms with his class. I got on a forms kick in April when I was doing poem a day, and had already written a villanelle and 2 sestinas. I think I may even have posted them briefly. I think the [...]
Yesterday was exhausting.
First: my last day at my “new” job.
I was torn about this. I don’t like leaving a job after such a short period of time (165 days to be exact), and I really liked the people I worked with. But for quite a few reasons, and perhaps a bit of karma, I chose [...]
My friend Oliver is teaching a forms class this summer, and he’s been posting about the forms he’s teaching. So I’m reaching in and as any good former Catholic, picking and choosing the ones I want to try. Writing in form is like doing calisthenics–it’s not always fun, but it involves counting and is good [...]
I’ve gotten to a place where I can look at the poems I wrote earlier this year with fresh eyes. I realized it was time when I read the poems and didn’t immediately think they were awesome, or poignant, or find myself skimming to the end. When I get to the point where I look [...]
Last night we watched The Legend of 1900. It was a very moving film about a boy born on a boat, abandoned as a baby on a boat, raised on a boat, lives on a boat, and dies on a boat. But it’s about more than that. It’s about perspective, how we get used to [...]
Back when I worked for an investment firm in downtown Boston, I loved shoes. I loved them because I could buy them and put them in a drawer in my desk, and wear them for 8 hours a day. They were 2 inches, 3 inches, and these wonderful white ones that were almost 4 inches. [...]
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