Monday, June 19, 2017

In other news:

NuNu: Mama did it all by herself!

Saturday, March 18, 2017

Woke up like this

Came home to news that 
he'd gotten into his first choice
(with a bunch of scholarships)
last night.

SO much celebrating
until we went to see 
Logan and then cried 
all night.


Friday, March 17, 2017

Wednesday, March 15, 2017

Sometimes, Love

is a chat with an old student 
who baked a loaf of green bread
for St. Pat's day and drove here 
from 45 minutes away


Tuesday, March 14, 2017

Daughter to Mama

"I made a new poem," she says.
"Let's hear it then," I say, half-listening as I start pulling dinner prep together.

"You can take the NuNu out of the Mama
You can't take the Mama out of the NuNu"

Reader, I melted.

(Turns out she actually said MoMA because she's really into making art; but I heard what I heard.)


Monday, March 13, 2017

Houseplants Are Dirty

With no warning or precedent
the corn plant that had been 
growing taller for five years
sprouts tuberose flowers.

I feel so sad, I said to the teenager
that it's trying so hard to propagate.
He said: I can't believe you'd care 
so much about some horny plant.


Sunday, March 12, 2017

NuNu has Haiku

Dog Dog Dog Dog Dog
Dog Dog Dog Dog Dog Dog Dog 
Dog Dog Dog Dog-Poop

For the best effect, each "dog" should be in different tones of delight, love, and play (until the surprise ending, of course).


Saturday, March 11, 2017

Reading Buddy

All weekend long
we caught reading time 
together in the loft

(And yes, it was 
really so bright
she had to wear a hat.)


Thursday, March 09, 2017


 International Women's Day/
Day Without Women

(I was tossing my head 
to keep the hair out of my face.
Meanwhile, in Lansing...
trees were falling all over our house)

Wednesday, March 08, 2017


It was a beautiful day,
but crazy windy.
On the highway
the car slid around 
from lane to lane.

Then we came home 
to this. Scary. There's 
a branch coming
through the ceiling
of NuNu's room.


Monday, March 06, 2017

The Magic

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of being able to take pictures of the sky
as your teenager drives home


Friday, March 03, 2017


Over dinner, I vented a bit about a person who shall remain unnamed who told me that literature courses should teach "just the greats" i.e. Eurocentric canons.

Quoth the teenager: You mean their slogan is "Make Literature Great Again?"

Whoa. My favorite.


Wednesday, March 01, 2017

Boozy Poppies

What you might do when
the kids are at school
and you and your work
friends are on break.

Just before I drank from the Solo cup
that held the paint-water
instead of from the Solo cup
that held the pinot.


Tuesday, February 28, 2017

Monday, February 27, 2017

Conference Sadness

Image may contain: text            I ordered the Krispy Kreme Bread Pudding only because

 I missed everyone so much and it reminded me of eating it with the fam in New Orleans.

But it didn't help.

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Friday, February 24, 2017

TFW when you get dressed in the dark and in a hurry

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Not sure whose pants these are
but I couldn't go to work in them
so I shopped for work pants 
at the grocery store today


Thursday, February 23, 2017

Wednesday, February 22, 2017

Things I'm Oddly Proud About

I haven't pinned/liked/emulated any decor-porn with those mounted animal heads. Not even if they were obviously fake or were TOY stuffed animals. Just. No.

(Or as Baby Nu used to say: No! Very, very, NO!)


Friday, February 03, 2017

Friendship as a butterfly

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I did not expect a big crowd 
for my feminist-y Bollywood 
faculty forum presentation

Since so many fellow feminists 
were headed to Grand Rapids
on a bus, for a board meeting

but Nu was there 
(reading, grinning, asking Qs)
and lovely K made me a post-it butterfly 
in case I was stuck for luck.


Saturday, January 21, 2017

Together @ Sister Solidarity March, Lansing

I thought At's poster was a bit... leaky, 
but he got so many compliments on it.

Not to be too sappy about it,
but I love my students.


Friday, January 20, 2017

Made it through today

I don't teach today, thankfully. K held a wake/media boycott of sorts at the bookstore and came bearing postcards for our senators. I showed up there, but was still shellshocked from the inauguration. I believe in deus ex machina.  Then I went back to my office and read held a book.

After dinner (Chipotle # Resistance Party), left Nu with Big A after dinner and went to go see Split with At... Who had seen it with friends earlier today (At is a huge Shyamalan fanboy). Not that reality isn't scary enough.

We tried to get into the 9:20 show, but it was sold out (!) and so we sat through LaLaLa-the mediocre high school musical movie--before we went to the 11:55 showing. And *then* went food shopping at 2:00 a.m. and marinated and prepped until about 4:00 a.m.

Exhaustion will get me through whatever day it is right now.


Monday, January 16, 2017


The children have left me
with this changed body
that holds onto their shapes
as though they're still inside

And the gulp of lovepride
worrylove happybrightfear
and other odd couplings
on the lip of my heart

Yesterday, lingering after dinner, smirky and teasing (and full of love), At and Nu told me that even if I was in a nursing home on Thanksgiving, they'd make sure to visit me (and feed me mashed potatoes). 

Saturday, January 14, 2017


The sky has never been a wall
it has no borders to speak of
it takes my troubles everywhere

It's true that light is rationed--
but it's abundant by my birthday
(though scant at Christmas)

So I can read a book all day,
All Day. In a cinnamon haze
my sweet, dusty feast


Friday, January 13, 2017


Today I have been moving
things across the table
as though a sudden ballerina
a flex of muscle and will
the shock of movement

Tomorrow's move might
well be a glacier
skeletal, powerful,
a dance in the register
of eras

Also, I love this silly song.


Thursday, January 12, 2017


Sometimes it is the surprise present 
into our luggage as we said goodbye 
(a present I didn't find until weeks later 
because I left for the conference 
the very day we got home)
that is the sweetest
and warmest.


Wednesday, January 11, 2017

On Being a Life-long Learner

So a dear (old) student posted this on FB, and I agreed with it so whole-heartedly that I typed 'YES' in all caps. Then I got a little self-conscious about my all caps and tried to explain with "This election has turned me into that crazy, old lady who types in all caps." Instead I ended up going with: "This election has turned me into a person who types in all caps." Because "crazy," "old," and "lady" shouldn't be insults. Sometimes, I'm my own best student.


Tuesday, January 10, 2017


on the seams of my skin
cyclone lament

once we were hungry

face to face
hand in hand
an eye for an eye

admiring in the orchards

the moon hemmed
in the tallest branches

wordy memories of feasts

the soar of the sky
the sail of my cries
the crest of a smile

on the seams of my skin


Sunday, January 08, 2017

Home Again

assert architecture

foster green secrets

and every night
we feel starlight

every day, clouds
hold our hands

floating possibility,
parting the sky


Saturday, January 07, 2017

Friday, January 06, 2017

We've never had a real wood stove before

It's mesmerizing
and makes us smell like 
we're far better campers 
than we actually are


Thursday, January 05, 2017

Love Truths

Got home after four days of conferencing today, After dinner, Big A went upstairs and fell asleep, and then the kids went to bed, and then I made a late-night grocery-store run.

He showed up as I was putting groceries away and stood there (not helping!) throwing and catching a cauliflower (not helping!) and... I must have given him a speaking side-eye. To which he responded:
Oh. I didn't actually come downstairs to help you. I came because I missed you so much and wanted to see you. *Grippy-Hug*
This thing is sweet AND tough.


Wednesday, January 04, 2017

Conference Banquet

It was a great #SALA2017, and so glad I got to co-chair it with some wonderful and generous people. Here's a picture blurry enough to post without multiple permissions.

Monday, January 02, 2017

First Writing Project Together...

Saved as a Google doc with the super-serious title "BigDogandPuppy Project."


Saturday, December 31, 2016

Second Christmas

In YS, and the only picture I got all weekend was of the grandparents' goodbye...


Wednesday, December 28, 2016

Lost in 2016

It's got to a point where I woke up around 3:00 am this morning to refresh NYT to see if there'd been anyone else after George Michael and Carrie Fisher.


Sunday, December 25, 2016

O Reindear

NuNu has been wearing her X-Mas jammies
(which have penguins in honor of her school writing project)
for at least 24 hours;
At slipped into his this morning.


Sunday, December 04, 2016

Thursday, December 01, 2016

"Arrival Times"

After three different emails with that ambiguous subject heading, K and I finally got together with our respective human offspring to go see Ted Chiang's stupendous, extraordinary, etc., etc. sci-fi short story turned movie Arrival.

It broke me. It's intensely emotional and threw me for a loop (haha). And the small blazes of happiness were because At worked out and shared the reveal way before it happened and my Nu pointed out in the first few minutes that "Come back to me" was used as a refrain. Before she lost interest in the movie and took a tiny snooze.

Speaking of which, it's the first movie in a long, long time that I didn't slip a nap into. I even napped during--please don't tell my kids--The Force Awakens.

Although they've known all about it for years.


Saturday, November 26, 2016


FIL and step-MIL came to visit the day after Thanksgiving and rather than feed them T-day leftovers as I did last year, I made ramen (with really nice broth, loads of fresh veggies, and lots of add-in toppings: peanut sauce, kimchi, roast chicken, fried eggs).

At the end of the meal, step-MIL says, "thanks for dinner.. it was really simple and..." And she just trails off. Healthful? Flavorful? No. Nothing. I don't think she was trying to diss my food, it was more like she genuinely lost interest in completing that sentence.

This morning--being back in the kitchen reminded me--and I started to giggle about it and had to explain to the kids why. At says, "Yeah, I noticed that too." So we giggled some more.

And it's been our response of choice to everything..."It's really simple and..."


Thursday, November 24, 2016


Quiet, just us. But it turns out that there's so much to be thankful for. I read some of these entries and 

I weep from happiness and pride.


Thursday, November 17, 2016

XC Banquet

The last time At will make Coach D cry...