May 21, 2013

I often take my work to my local public library. It's one of my favorite places. It's beautiful, inspiring, clean, and cozy. It has free wi-fi, electrical outlets in the tables, and the energy of kindred spirits also at work. It smells like books and it's 502 feet from my house. When I'm there to write, all goes well. I schlep my Mr. T work bag (it's not a purse!) to a table which may or may not also be inhabited by a 17 year old doing calculus... Read more
May 17, 2013


A dance, a sandwich,
a tubular bandage,
a song, a nap, a lament.

Then crafted by hand was
something outlandish and
nobody knew what it meant.


Once upon a time in college, I had an English Comp professor who was a very talented poet. Before teaching my class, she had been a full-time writer. It hadn't earned her a fortune, but she had been able to make a living doing what she loved. A few weeks before teaching my class, her finances took a rough tumble that made surviving on prose and poetry alone unlikely. So she exchanged her Life of Making Good Art for the Life of Adjunct Professor... Read more

I appreciate the sentiment of Mother’s Day, and I beam when I’m celebrated by my own family. But it can be uncomfortable for my motherhood to be lauded outside that microcosm.It’s lovely to be honored with a carnation from my kids... Read more
May 12, 2013

Thank you for: making me work hard. letting me slack off. making our home a safe place to ask hard questions. asking me hard questions. giving me smart gifts. giving me ridiculous gifts. emploring me to pick my battles.emploring me to fight to stay true to myself no matter what... Read more
May 11, 2013

People who make stuff share their stuff to find other people who love their stuff. Good Stuff pretty much sells itself to whoever it resonates with. However, Good Stuff and Those People probably aren’t going to find each other without a few introductions. There are loud, shameless introductions that shout, “Hey look, I exist!” They bellow a signature whose goal is to announce its arrival and point back to its maker. Then there is the quiet introduction which whispers, “I make stuff, and this is one of the things I’ve made.” It references its source subtly. The goal is to allow surrounding content to connect with others.  It points to an audience and gives that audience something to attach to... Read more


I was recently tasked with creating a few coloring pages on the first few chapters of the Book of Joshua, which is one of the bloodiest, most horrific bits of Jewish folklore around. Before I began, I had to pacify the pacifist within, and convince myself not to create gratuitous scenes of gore to make a statement on the monstrosity of war. Instead, I did some research, packed up all the baggage I bring to the Old Testament, and tried to look at the story through new eyes. As a kid, these stories were largely illustrated for me with smiling Israelites cheering after battle, which I found really creepy, considering the ghastly narrative. Yes, these stories' victories point to a deeper meaning that life is hard, God is Love, and Love always wins. And while Deuteronomistic history is meant to be digested metaphorically, it seemed an injustice to the depth of the story to only focus on victory without highlighting the difficulty of getting there. Not that I think my little coloring pages really do the story any more justice... Read more

Yardwork, Pottermore, and God's favorite video games.

 

April 23, 2013

Penelope: Hi, Mommy.
Me: Hi, Penny.
P: Mooooooommmmmmyyyyy.
M: Yes?
P: MOMMY!!
M: WHAT?!
P: We're in space.
M. Yup.
P: 'cause we're on Earth.
M: Correct.
P: And Earth is in SPACE.
M: Yes ma'am.
P: 'bye, Mommy.
M: 'bye, Penny.


I peeked out the back door and noticed the common sight of my 4 year old digging in the dirt. I also noticed the uncommon sight of a chocolate bar beside her digging apparatus. “Not the good chocolate!” my brain silently yelped. Penny looked up at me and announced, with her mud-streaked arms outstretched, “I’m planting a chocolate tree!” Indeed, she was breaking off squares of 70% cacao and burying them in the soil. I fought my gut, which told me to explain the futility of her efforts, and instead asked her what she thought would happen. She replied, “These liiiiiiitle chocolate pieces will grow into LOTS and LOTS of chocolate and then everybody in the world can eat some.” And then I decided not to worry about empirical lessons today... Read more
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