Sunday, August 23, 2015

Sunday, Sunday



Feel like the last gasp of summer is happening. Last week, we were in Atlanta visiting with family (photos from the Georgia Aquarium). Today, we’re going to a Red Sox game. Next week, the kids start school—and so do I. *sigh* The last two months have gone by quickly. Here in the Boston area, many schools held their last classes around June 29, so the kids have only been out of school two month. Part of me thinks it’s been the right amount of time. Of course, I wish we had a few more weeks to play around.

Because I’ve been spending most of my time with the kids, I haven’t been as productive. I haven’t written much poetry or read much of it for that matter, nor have I wanted to. Even after the Millay Colony retreat, I really have been distracted by the other parts of my life I tend to ignore. I’ve slept, eaten very well, hung out with friends, and spent some glorious days and nights with Alex and Ella. 



I fine with taking a break from writing. Deep down, I know this is part of the process, but it’s always hard to get back into the swing of things. This blog, in particular, was the first part of my writing life to be neglected. But it’s time to make a move. Time to pick a direction and go.

I should say that I finished my third manuscript, so it’s not as if my summer hasn’t been productive from a writer’s standpoint. All of those other parts of my life—teaching classes, festival planning, and the po biz—need my attention, too. So I am thankful for this summer respite, thankful I have work that sustains me and allows me to spend this precious time with my children. And I’m especially thankful that you still stop by every once in a while. XO! 




Saturday, August 15, 2015

WBUR: Boston Poetry Marathon Kicks Off Friday

It a bit of a surprise, my poem, "Hoodie," was featured yesterday as part of a WBUR story on the Boston Poetry Marathon happening this weekend.



My thanks to Jim Behrle for including me in the segment.

The marathon is in full swing! Go hear some of the best poetry happening in the Boston Area today. Congrats to the organizers for putting together such an amazing event.

Friday, August 14, 2015

Boston Poetry Marathon 2015

The Boston Poetry Marathon Starts today! Look at all the fabulous poets reading during the next three days. Each poet reads for 8 minutes. I'm on the early side, tonight at 7:16. So, I'll read and then sit down to hear most of this amazing lineup.

Read more about the Boston Poetry Marathon.

Hope to see you there!




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Thursday, August 06, 2015

Audio: Summer Poetry Reading with Meena Alexander, Ross Gay and January Gil O'Neil



My deepest thanks to the Academy of American Poets and the New York Public Library for including me in their summer reading series. Hear Meena Alexander, Ross Gay (with Aimee Nezhukumatathil), and me from our July 14 event.

Tuesday, August 04, 2015

Confession Tuesday

I am now the mother of a 10-year-old! Where has the time gone? And how did I get so lucky with this beautiful, creative, strong, determined, quirky, amazing young lady?

This confession Tuesday is for Ella Rose.

I haven't spoken about this in a while, but about two weeks after she was born, Ella was diagnosed with a coarctation of the aorta. In layman's terms, she wasn't getting enough blood flowing to her lower extremities. When she stopped feeding suddenly and started breathing shallow breaths, I would have dismissed it if it wasn't for my mom who told me just get her checked out just to be safe. Fortunately, there was a doctor on call from Boston Children's Hospital on duty at our local hospital who knew something was wrong. The doctor had Ella sent to Boston for tests. A few hours later she was in surgery. And a few days later, with no more than Tylenol to ease the pain, she was home with us.

About a week ago, Ella visited the cardiologist who gave her a clean bill of health. Not even a murmur. She's never had any difficulty, but we get check ups with a specialists every two years. It's as if the coarctation never happened. Of course, she has no memory of it, just two barely noticeable scars under her left shoulder blade.

So I am grateful that Ella is here, and 10 feels like a real victory over all the dark fears that mothers (and fathers) entertain when no one is looking. I've always known that if she could survive surgery, she could survive anything.

Happy Birthday, baby girl!

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