TodayI could reach into my bagDeepdeepdeepAnd rustle upSomething good: My teen guy,Shambling into the kitchenFor one of thoseRare and CharmingExtended chats aboutNothingOut of nowhereThat reminds me howTeen parentingIs a lot like being on call Or A video chatWith sweet kiddosWho need help withOrganizationmanagementfollowthroughBut really needTime to connectAbout udon noodlesOr stuffiesOr ways to hide salmon inContinue reading “A Burden I’ll Gladly Bear”
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Ode to the Dinner Table
Now that so many of us are home, perhaps it’s time to once again write an ode to an ordinary object that just doesn’t get its due. Most of the time,You don’t notice me –You just seeThat water from last night’s dinnerPretending someone will drink itOrThe mail, sorted on people’sWorn placemats untilIt’s put out ofContinue reading “Ode to the Dinner Table”
How I’m Doing
It’s around about this time of year that I give my fourth graders a fun warm-up activity. I ask them to tell me how they’re doing, but to respond in haiku. I love haiku. It’s an easy little way to get some poetry in, and I usually think I’m copping out by doing it, butContinue reading “How I’m Doing”
On Transformation
Everyone, it seems, Is ready to make this timeMy next timeTo siezeAn opportunity! If only I hadthisresource!thislink!thislist!thisadvice!thischallenge!thisguidance!thisinformation! But What I really know is All I needIs a momentTo rememberThis timeMay not beThe timeI emerge from my Chrysalis But rather Perhaps All I need Is a cocoon.
A Heart, Moved
There were so very many thingsThat moved my heartTodayIn one direction or another: There were timesMy smile reached past my earsAnd perhaps to my toes There were timesMy smile falteredJust a little bitI heard it crackRight along with a fewPieces of my heart There were timesMy smile held firmIn the enoughOf now.
Soapbox: The Way I see Things 