Friday and Zombies

Last night, I read Barbara Kingsolver’s Animal, Vegetable, Miracle before bed.  Naturally, then, I dreamed about the zombie apocalypse.  My friends and I were at my parents’ house in Minnesota, which is on a lake.  The lake was frozen, and we stood on the shore, watching trucks drive across the ice.  We knew the drivers […]

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Friday

A poem I love.  One word: hips. Donate those sentimental-but-frankly-hard-to-look-at items to the Museum of Broken Relationships.  I would send a Beanie Baby, an Oscar Meyer Wienermobile Whistle, and stacks of mixed CDs. Interloping owls invited to stay in a museum’s rafters … only at the Smithsonian. Using stories to teach history is more effective […]

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Friday

The curtains are still down.  I tried valiantly last night to reattach the cable to the wall fixture, but every time I let it go it sprung back out, narrowly missing my eyeball. So it goes.  Vitals intact, I’m sleeping in a glass house for one more night, and schlepping to a hardware store (do […]

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Friday

Happy Friday, my friends! Let’s catch up, shall we? I’m currently sitting cross-legged on my bed, a pile of almost-but-not-quite overdue library books teetering on the shelves above me. I’m trying to pawn my apple chips off on you. They were an impulse buy at Target, and I hate them. Want some? I’ve been busy […]

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Friday Favorites

This week I hosted my second of three Spring visiting parties, my friend Mara.  Our moms have taught at the same school for over 30 years, so it’s safe to say that we’ve known each other since birth.  Or since her birth, at which point I was a chubby eight-month-old. Highlights of her visit included: […]

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Easter in the District

We millennials forage for ham in the ice-lined tubs at Target, Pausing for jelly beans and Cadbury eggs, Hardly ashamed that strategic product placement works on us. It is baseball opener, and on the way home, we ride too far Because the Metro is packed with jerseys, and we’re looking at them High from the […]

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Just Spring

Source This week I’ve been walking around Washington reciting that one line from that one E.E. Cummings poem: “In Just- spring … when the world is puddle-wonderful” You know the one. E.E. Cummings seems to be overlooked these days, not because people don’t know his work, but because too many people know it, too many […]

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2014 in Retrospect

You didn’t really think I’d miss a chance to wax nostalgic on 2014, did you? We’ll talk about 2015 soon (boy, do I have plans), but for now, here’s last year in twelve months: January: On New Year’s Day I move from an Airbnb house in Maryland into an apartment in D.C. with two mostly-strangers, two […]

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To A Mouse

After a long night, Robert Burns and I now see eye to eye.  Here’s my version of what happened: Wee beastie, I’m sorry for my dominion. For the glue traps under my bedroom radiator: the landlady’s insistence. As you struggled in the dark, belly stuck, tail curling helplessly, I’m sorry for shrieking, For crouching atop the […]

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Phone Poem

If all of the notes in my cell phone – notes for stories, grocery lists, bits of description, talking points for student government discussions, forgotten recipes – were put together into one epic poem stretching from October 2012 until now, this would be it: Ramen in a cup of hot Water Can’t be consecutively I […]

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