People, Personal, re-post

Cheerleaders (a poem for Family Day)

Today is Family Day in B.C. In the year since I first posted the poem below, we’ve discovered that our littlest granddaughter’s developmental delays are most likely caused by cerebral palsy. And so a family very precious to us is walking a new-to-them path with lots of challenges—and the sentiments expressed by little A’s grandma… Continue reading Cheerleaders (a poem for Family Day)

Found, People, Personal

News of the day

News of the day Where were the police at LAX? “I’m not resigning,” says Mayor Ford. Journalists killed by Senegal mob and our son-in-law has a brand new job. Leveraging was new to me. More healthcare government outages planned. Big trucks give auto sales record torque but the kids are moving way up north. The… Continue reading News of the day

LIMP sequence, People, Personal

Still mothering me

Still mothering me Five days ago would have been your birthday. It’s been eight years … But you still visit me often keep me cool every summer when I slip on the brown sundress rescued from your closet wrap your arms around me every winter week it’s the old magenta sweater’s turn. Sometimes I catch… Continue reading Still mothering me

Personal, Religious, Spiritual Journey Thursday

Cheerleaders

The subject of today’s Spiritual Journey first Thursday is CONNECTION. It’s Doraine Bennett’s one-little-word for this year. I’ve been thinking about connection and connections for several days now and the more I do, the more I realize it’s a big concept. Many of our tools (like the computer I’m typing on) need a connection to… Continue reading Cheerleaders

Book Reviews, People, Poetry Friday

Brown Girl Dreaming (review)

Poetry Camp inspired me to be a more regular visitor to my library (thanks, Janet Wong!). My fascination with verse novels prompted me to pick up Brown Girl Dreaming by Jacqueline Woodson. I quickly discovered, though, that this isn’t exactly a verse novel. It’s a memoir—the story of young Jacqueline taking us through her childhood… Continue reading Brown Girl Dreaming (review)

Personal, Poetry Friday

Un-Hallmark Mother

Un-Hallmark Mother While I gifted icon carnations and Hallmark lines, “Mother” to me smelled of duty and mothball wisdom. She my root of conscience, scruple permission to pursue the chaotic then, like her, to sort and label. I lived for her sideways compliments overheard in conversations with her friends. Her widow-grief broke down walls: She… Continue reading Un-Hallmark Mother

Cinquain, Form poems, Personal

Mother Speaks (NPM ’16-Day 19)

Mother Speaks Do not throw it away, we’ll use it for patches. We can always eat bread—and eggs. Na-yo.* Are you reading again? Still not done the dishes? You could always weed the garden. Homework? Early. So much to do. I’ll be in the garden. Don’t be listening on the line. Felt pens! Can you… Continue reading Mother Speaks (NPM ’16-Day 19)

People, Personal

Storm Chasers (NPM ’16-Day 3)

Storm Chasers The sun shone from Mother’s eyes most days until the weariness of caring for many children sowed clouds into the furrows of her forehead and impatience brought easterlies, even squalls. “Can we go? Please!” Getting an answer from Dad was like moving a ship through the doldrums. We budged him to “We’ll see”… Continue reading Storm Chasers (NPM ’16-Day 3)

Book Reviews, Fiction, Historical fiction

The Silver Locket (review)

The Silver Locket by Sophia Bar-Lev My rating: 5 of 5 stars “ ‘I think that there’s something special happening here—a kind of “hashgacha pratis” like the Rabbi talks about. ... Oh, that’s Hebrew for “an intervention of divine providence” ’ ” – The Silver Locket, p. 23. The “something special” Rosalie Lapkin refers to… Continue reading The Silver Locket (review)

Form poems, Kids, Personal, Poetry Friday

A birthday poem

Two little people in my family have birthdays this month. I set out a couple of weeks ago, after we'd spent some time with these littles this summer (they live far away from us), to write a birthday poem for each. Well, I got one written, and then a long break and finally last week,… Continue reading A birthday poem