Saturday, March 09, 2019
Friday, March 08, 2019
Monday, March 04, 2019
Happy Birthday to me!
We went all the way out to Ann Arbor for brunch... it was delicious, decadent, and worth it.
This was yesterday, actually. I have a difficult work meeting today--more on that tomorrow, and At said he couldn't miss his evening class to do a birthday dinner tonight. L says I should be proud of him for not wanting to miss class (I'm trying!!).


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Sunday, March 03, 2019
Saturday, March 02, 2019
Tuesday, February 26, 2019
Tuesday, February 19, 2019
Tuesday, February 05, 2019
Sunday, February 03, 2019
Saturday, February 02, 2019
Friday, February 01, 2019
Thursday, January 31, 2019
Wednesday, January 30, 2019
Bloomin'
I needed a nudge* to be grateful that despite the record-breaking temperature of -50 today, I still have some blooms in the tea garden. Here amaryllis, begonia, and violets... elsewhere there are bougainvillea and hyacinth...
We were supposed to have people work on our kitchen counters this morning. Last night J called to ask if he could work in the garage because working outside would be too cold, and then I called him back and canceled because really, even the garage would not be enough to keep him and his crew safe. Things will be pushed back by a month now, but it's not like I would be able to enjoy new counters if they came at the expense of people's fingers.
*The nudge came from MaryAnne's pictures on FB this morning.
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Tuesday, January 29, 2019
Lost
I make dinner from beans,
things I dig out from the ice
of the aging freezer (foraging)
Up close--pores on rocks
I can remember veins on leaves
Do you remember threads of moss
as words run out
and scenes are spun out
what if this is (apocalypse)
trees bleeding water
their wounds like mouths
breathe until empty, are still staring
It happens so fast--from hit to hurl
in a blink--I meant to leave you words
now I barely have time left to think (love)
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It's literally colder than Mars right now AND I'm beginning to get cold feet about leaving the fam next week AND I know I will have to do some driving on127N soon AND I'm panicking from the weather forecast AND hearing someone say that the world may end in our lifetime...
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things I dig out from the ice
of the aging freezer (foraging)
Up close--pores on rocks
I can remember veins on leaves
Do you remember threads of moss
as words run out
and scenes are spun out
what if this is (apocalypse)
trees bleeding water
their wounds like mouths
breathe until empty, are still staring
It happens so fast--from hit to hurl
in a blink--I meant to leave you words
now I barely have time left to think (love)
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It's literally colder than Mars right now AND I'm beginning to get cold feet about leaving the fam next week AND I know I will have to do some driving on127N soon AND I'm panicking from the weather forecast AND hearing someone say that the world may end in our lifetime...
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Monday, January 28, 2019
Sunday, January 27, 2019
Saturday, January 26, 2019
Friday, January 25, 2019
Glyph of Myself
my prayers soon wick
into still damp night air
incensed with fear, fervor
they will stick--resting
here, wrestling over there,
hope blossoming into prayer
so quick as my once human
landscape--conjured from time
and conquered through age--fades
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Thursday, January 24, 2019
Ticking
shaping my time into dials
into calendars and structure
into life, into legacy after death
collapsing the words and worlds
casting new spells to tell you truth
demanding all the years to do it with
little changes from sunrise to sunset
little changes from sunrise to sunrise
little changes all the way into summer
into calendars and structure
into life, into legacy after death
collapsing the words and worlds
casting new spells to tell you truth
demanding all the years to do it with
little changes from sunrise to sunset
little changes from sunrise to sunrise
little changes all the way into summer
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Wednesday, January 23, 2019
Tuesday, January 22, 2019
Everything old is new again...

This is ancient graffito by now, but I was tickled because it resurfaced the same day Nu paid attention to Creep for the first time on the drive to school. And because I showed this to her, these are the lyrics she uses all the time now. We are weirdoughs. Ha.
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Monday, January 21, 2019
Sunday, January 20, 2019
Saturday, January 19, 2019
Friday, January 18, 2019
Northward Rant
I'm one sigh away
from freezing, I release
like a light bubble
like fluorescent nighttime
hospital--heart beats
in intervals: no no no
dropoffs pickups
activities... O my
hello, goodbye
I'm returning turning
I will come back
irresponsible
like that like this
like you can like
only this
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from freezing, I release
like a light bubble
like fluorescent nighttime
hospital--heart beats
in intervals: no no no
dropoffs pickups
activities... O my
hello, goodbye
I'm returning turning
I will come back
irresponsible
like that like this
like you can like
only this
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Thursday, January 17, 2019
Wednesday, January 16, 2019
A Day in the Life of Someone on Sabbatical
DD texted to see if I wanted to go to bookclub together, and I texted back to say I was actually at the college coming off of my 6th straight meeting. Before I hit up bookclub at Lucky's Steakhouse, I had to have dinner with a Psych department faculty candidate at Capital Prime another steakhouse clear on the other side of town. That's two too many steakhouses for someone who doesn't even eat steak. Anyway.
By the time I got to Lucky's discussions were underway, but there were so many lovely people I knew and I got to stop by the different tables for hellos and hugs. But even the lovely people looked at me funny when I said I'd already had dinner so I ordered a giant dessert to show I do eat. I am mature and self assured.
By the time I got home Nu and the puppies were asleep (school night) as was Big A (he's working tonight) and I sat there in the living room, with the radio on, catching up on email and beginning to feel queasy and kinda anxious. And then I figured it out and texted our college boy who was awake (college life).

It was M. Night Shyamalan night on WKAR's Michigan Matinee.
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By the time I got to Lucky's discussions were underway, but there were so many lovely people I knew and I got to stop by the different tables for hellos and hugs. But even the lovely people looked at me funny when I said I'd already had dinner so I ordered a giant dessert to show I do eat. I am mature and self assured.
By the time I got home Nu and the puppies were asleep (school night) as was Big A (he's working tonight) and I sat there in the living room, with the radio on, catching up on email and beginning to feel queasy and kinda anxious. And then I figured it out and texted our college boy who was awake (college life).

It was M. Night Shyamalan night on WKAR's Michigan Matinee.
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Tuesday, January 15, 2019
Monday, January 14, 2019
January
I keep on feeling my thoughts
You too?
It's a knife--
in the shape of a puffy heart.
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My child is grandmother's.
Her child,
my mother--
serenades every sunrise.
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I sit here, the sun sets too
an earthling,
lost on earth,
feeling the slide of inertia
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Sunday, January 13, 2019
Empowered Sunday
I started Michelle Obama's Becoming today for bookclub on Thursday, wasn't sure what to expect, but it's been lovely so far. I read some passages aloud to Nu, and we both chortled at the precise same place when she described her brother's tics.
And then J texted me to say that although I'd missed going out with the group that had gone to see On the Basis of Sex with the group on Thursday, I SHOULD TAKE NU TO SEE IT RIGHTAWAY. So Nu and I started making plans. And then we wanted Big A to come with us. He wasn't going to come, but Nu and I were all: women and other minority-centered stories aren't just for women and the minorities they represent, it's important for white dudes to see others at the center of the story too. And so, he came. Let's hope he picked up lots of tips from Martin Ginsberg. Ha.
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Saturday, January 12, 2019
Friday, January 11, 2019
Chicago, Redux

And I talked to SO MANY strangers this time. The first time, I was with the fam for Hamilton and barely spoke to anyone else; the second time was for the MLA, so lots of friends, colleagues, etc., and didn't get a chance to speak to street strangers. But my, my, my... I sure am a chatty Patty when I'm by myself.
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Thursday, January 10, 2019
My Term of Rest and Relaxation

But OMG, while I chortled in a few places, I was so saddened and depressed from this overall.
And... I worked on campus from 9-7 today, so I'm doing the sabbatical wrong too.
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Wednesday, January 09, 2019
Tuesday, January 08, 2019
Reader, I Whimpered...
As I sat down with my lemony green tea in the semi darkness, I whimpered just from the sheer delight of the soothing warmth of the tea, the tang of lemon, and knowing the caffeine would soon be coursing through me... and the happiness of being home and looking forward to doing all the normal things at the normal times.
Except there's no telling what Nu will say during an otherwise normal day. I offered her some almonds from a bag when I picked her up from school. Nu: "These taste like wood. Ask me how I know what wood tastes like." (I dutifully enquire.) "Because I play the clarinet. That's how."
That's percussion innit? #Badumtish #Sting
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Monday, January 07, 2019
Sunday, January 06, 2019
Saturday, January 05, 2019
Friday, January 04, 2019
Back in Chicago

For the #MLA, this time without the kids...
A lovely reunion with Ra and then with Ro; made me feel like a grad student at Oxford all over again.
Later, I was explaining the difference between Ra and other advisors I've had to someone at a gathering and termed it being the recipient of "both brilliance and a kind of affection" and happened to look up to catch Ra's eye. Whereupon, she smiled and said, "you can use the l-word, you know." All the happy feelings.
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Thursday, January 03, 2019
Wednesday, January 02, 2019
Tuesday, January 01, 2019
Took the kids to yoga today
almost every bite at breakfast
is all please and bargaining
every footstep up to class
echoes with reluctance
every pose is desolate
as exit wounds
I'm holding, steadying, angling
them in my side vision--where
they're right there--by the door
so my practice speckles with
chuckles overfilling and now
spilling from my lungs
We're nicer on the way back
loosened and relaxed--me
from yoga, them because
they're done, by the time
we're home again, it's all
already a memory
And I think there will be other classes
warmed by them, memories of them--
keeping unspoiled from year to year;
the quiet, slow wonder of a stone
released and now flying lightly
borne forever over the water
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is all please and bargaining
every footstep up to class
echoes with reluctance
every pose is desolate
as exit wounds
I'm holding, steadying, angling
them in my side vision--where
they're right there--by the door
so my practice speckles with
chuckles overfilling and now
spilling from my lungs
We're nicer on the way back
loosened and relaxed--me
from yoga, them because
they're done, by the time
we're home again, it's all
already a memory
And I think there will be other classes
warmed by them, memories of them--
keeping unspoiled from year to year;
the quiet, slow wonder of a stone
released and now flying lightly
borne forever over the water
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Took the kids to yoga because the health chart was a desert (Friday, Dec 28th).
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Monday, December 31, 2018
Sunday, December 30, 2018
Station
Her eyes grow cloudy
soon there will be rain
her thoughts steal past
like slow, noisy trains
No, that's really not me
No reason it would be--
Her heart mourns parting
mine's torn from certainty
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soon there will be rain
her thoughts steal past
like slow, noisy trains
No, that's really not me
No reason it would be--
Her heart mourns parting
mine's torn from certainty
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Thursday, December 27, 2018
Umm Om

Made it to an early yoga class in the socks PJ gave me in Philly when we organized the SALA conference two years ago.
I'm not there yet, but... my. socks. were. a. hit.
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Wednesday, December 26, 2018
Tuesday, December 25, 2018
Small Merry

The child-pleasing disparity between tree height and assembled presents is unintentional. But I had a lot of fun putting together themed gift bags--a patronus bag (puppies for Nu, sloths for At); a re-construction (ha!) kit (W.E.B. DuBois, Chernow's Grant, a bio of Robert Smalls); a happiness and wellness set (Lin Manuel's Good Morning Good Night, a treat-yourself journal, and some feel-good plaques); stocking stuffers were Imagination Library donations, Salus Center donations, and refugee school donations.

In other news, this wasn't the best Christmas ever (despite Nu's ardent protestations)--like we've not even been able to take a family picture for the holiday card yet.
But we did our best: we ate well; we hung out and cuddled; we went to L&T's party in our PJs, one set of grandparents arrive tomorrow, and we can try again next year.
Onward!
Monday, December 24, 2018
Sunday, December 23, 2018
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