When I was just myself, not latched onto and not stalking my own breath, I was not aware of how much I could unfold and conform the male race to my recesses… >> Read more My poems in The Writing Disorder, a literary journal that features award-winning writers, poets, and artists: Happiness Stillborn My Breasts… Read More Happiness
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His scream sucked me cold out of sleep. It had just turned midnight and as the dream evaporated, I did not know I would rest again only after dawn. My son had woken—yet again to spit thick, cloudy coughs into a waiting mountain of Kleenex. Tennyson cried, holding the ice pack down on his head,… Read More Where Beauty Dare Thrive
“There are no two words in the English language more harmful than Good Job,” intones Fletcher, the monomaniacal music instructor in the film Whiplash. Isn’t good, after all, the enemy of the best? Fletcher’s psychopathic devices sucked me right into the vortex of the questions I ask as my son’s teacher. How much do I… Read More A Tiger’s Pursuit: Mastery
Voices in my house can be loud lately. Or hushed. Both scare me. I like a happy medium. When my sister sits in the bathtub in the dark, she tells me she is reading. I am small, not stupid. No reading happens in the dark. And I sense pain coming off of her. At age… Read More Day of Magic
Go on. Pinch me. You are so kidding me. The house is still but for the clicking of the keyboard. The men are on their first father-and-son overnighter in the mountains. I am home alone tonight. In case you don’t quite see it: over three years as a human milk bottle, I’ve also served up… Read More My First Time
Seven-and-a-half ~ Yes, we all have our job. Yours is to study, mine is to cook and teach you, Daddy’s is to make money. Huh. I have the hardest job of all. ————— Umma, what is the bottom number? The lowest number….the floor? *Smile* It’ll be a negative number, right? Way below zero. Only God… Read More Words Between Mom and Boy, Part 3
At seven-and-a-half, Tennyson memorized the first seven verses of John 1 in Latin and English in the homeschooling with Classical Conversations, a global home education program based on the ancient Classical model of learning. I set each text to song and he downed them like dessert. In principio erat Verbum, et Verbum erat apud Deum,… Read More Long Live Latin
Night has pressed her hand to your eyes. You fly dragons over magic rivers and lead clone armies through red dust of Mars. I follow your brows, lashes, these long limbs, hands that build Lego tales and castles, draw warbirds, roll out sixteenth triplets; these hands feel older now. Whom will they hold? I watch… Read More You Didn’t Know I Kissed You Tonight
A Holistic Journey 