What You Give is What You Get

I don’t like the term “bucket list” the same way I don’t like all terms overused into meaningless oblivion. However, if I were to have one and speak in such clichés then I checked one off this weekend. I’m a life-long music lover and one of my longest-running obsessions is with the music of Paul Weller. Thanks […]

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Poetry Friday

My 7th grade son came home from school the other day and asked me if I’d ever heard of William Stafford.  Usually such questions are about professional basketball players, not poets, so I almost fell out of my chair.  This discussed this poem in class the other day and he wanted to know what I […]

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Another 9/11

I woke up at 5 am, put the coffee on, turned on NPR.  As I poured milk into a blue thermos, I was waylaid by two people talking about their loved ones who died in the 9/11 attacks, Sean Rooney and Karen Juday. I stopped, sat down with tears in my eyes, and thought about how […]

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Us vs Them. Again.

I’m tired of all the culture wars – abortion, guns, gay marriage. We are tangling ourselves into all manners of impossible knots. Let me back up. Hometown grocer Kroger is, uh, caught in the cross hairs between Moms Demand Action, requesting that Kroger prohibit people from openly carrying guns in their store and the equal and opposite […]

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Poetry Friday

The Summer Ends by Wendell Berry The summer ends, and it is time To face another way. Our theme Reversed, we harvest the last row To store against the cold, undo The garden that will be undone. We grieve under the weakened sun To see all earth’s green fountains dried, And fallen all the works […]

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Ned

Here’s a litmus test to separate the cancer from the non-cancer folks.  The first thing that you think when you hear the word NED is: 1) My autocorrect is malfunctioning 2) That Pogues song (A curse upon you Oliver Cromwell!).  3) Nancy Drew. What the heck is “Ned” short for anyway?? Nedathy? 4) The best you […]

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Poetry Friday

excerpt from Another Night in the Ruins ~Galway Kinnell 7 How many nights must it take one such as me to learn that we aren’t, after all, made from that bird that flies out of its ashes, that for us as we go up in flames, our one work is to open ourselves, to be […]

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Buckets, take 2

A few years ago, my friend Rachel and I became embroiled in a possibly ill-advised debate in the comment section of Huffington Post. The specifics I’ve lost, the essence remains. Rachel was jabbing at someone about all the juvenile booby fun people have with breast cancer “awareness” and he told her to lighten up. (As […]

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Of Ice and Buckets

Just in case you aren’t on Facebook, don’t have teenage children, or haven’t been otherwise plugged into the plight of the white middle class, allow me to introduce you to the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge. ALS is often called Lou Gehrig‘s Disease, but its official name is Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis and is a progressive neurological disease without […]

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Poetry Friday

Writing, especially about sticky topics, is a risky endeavor. The words may find the uneven surface of the reader, a surface comprised of personal history, scars, accomplishments, beliefs, and values. Like hitting a tennis ball against a jagged a rock wall, the words can return in surprising ways. Of course that’s the great honor too […]

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