It is Sofa King cold in our house. It’s fine until the wind blows, and the temperature sinks to below 20. I went to plug in the Keurig yesterday and there was a blast of cold air as if the A/C was on–but it’s just that somewhere between the siding and the wood paneling of…

This was the bargain evangelicals and republicans made with the devil: bow to Trump as their God and savior and he will install anti-choice judges at the Supreme court to repeal Roe v Wade. All the justices knew the score, knew what their roles were. And the Faustian cost is well underway. The “pro-life” movement is all…

Robert Bly’s departure wounds me. I have spent so many hours with his voice and his words. His poems were some of the first I read apart from an assignment, and among the first to hum at my soul’s frequency; in his writing I found validation for my weirdness, and for my short poems. I’ve…

I think I need to use this time in the mornings when Juniper is off doing her own things–even if that means all the LEGOs get dump-trucked across the house or Wendell is fed yogurt from the palm of her hands. I’m exaggerating, I’m not glued to my chair, but for example right now she…

1. Today was the first time taking my kid to the playland at Burger King. The smell of a play place is something else–off-gassing hardened plastic and rubber plus sweat and socks and char-broiled burgers and onion rings and ketchup and static electricity. It’s a particular smell, like Mine Ride or Indoor Skate Rink or…

the neighbor texted to say his trail cam caught a wolf today, but the other neighbor said his Dutch Shepherd got loose. I was hoping for a wolf.

after missing the last few days, I’m trying a thing where I write in the morning. Juniper is in the cuddle corner, making sweet pre-words. I will try to accept the scratches on the floor as proof of vibrant life, and the crayon marks, too, and the yogurt, splashed down the cupboards and dishwasher–stainless only…

I had no idea today was the Super Bowl. Much less who is in it, when it’s on, what commercials I need to be excited to see. But then again I’m kind of over organized sports and brain hemorrhages. And being in touch, in general.  Both kids were with me most of the day as…

I didn’t write last night. 4 days in and I’ve already dropped the ball! I got sick, so Chelsea took the kids out for dinner and I lay around watching old clips from David Letterman, and not writing. It’s one of those beautiful winter days–clear sky, bright sun. And Cold. It was 0 degrees on…

I mean, at the time of writing it’s only Wednesday night, but we all know Wednesday ends after dinner. Every weekday, or school night, ends after dinner. Fridays are different; you might get another hour. Saturdays, it depends how old you are. I eavesdropped the other day on a comment-thread about someone thinking they had…