I can find 30 minutes. Just 30. I can find 30 minutes to take a breath. I can find 30 minutes to take a walk. Just 30. I can find 30 minutes to tell my daughter stories. And 30 minutes to watch my son play. I can find 30 minutes for listening to my partner.…
poetry
On Motherhood: Weaning
I must remember this. this connection to you, sweet baby this meeting of needs this providing for this soft suckling this sacred gaze I must remember it This season is closing, changing, you grow, independent of me and I of you the finality this end, I know, is not the end, but an end Goodbye…
Another poem from my past
From November 2006 "From a habitual low scorer" -- referring to my days as a slam poet. Enjoy! I'm happy where i am. and i'm ok with your confused look, how your head shook how you said i took you by surprise...and not in a good way. and why? why would i be happy with…
Goodness
I'm good at picking boogers now. I'm good at wiping butts. I'm good at "fly-me-higher" now. I'm good at kissing cuts. I'm pretty good at bedtime songs. I draw an extra bubbly bath. I hope I'm good at guiding you as you traverse your path. I'm good at reading books, I recite them all by…
A poem from my past
From 2007-- I was 26 when I wrote this and evidently FULL of angst. Enjoy!...
For Raechel and Henry
Yesterday my dear and beloved friend Raechel got married. I couldn't attend because I am currently growing a human and that little human is almost ready to enter the world. So with many tears and regret, I was not able to travel to celebrate with her. However, I was honored to be able to write…
