Horatian Ode to a Meadville Winter


Life around home

With deepest apologies to Horace, Keats, Shelley, Rossetti, and anyone else who ever created something beautiful. Also to my grandmother and my first-grade teacher, who expected better. * Season of clouds, of barren gray and dun Close bosom-friend of darkness. What is sun? A thing of faerie. Bitterest wind, and snow on snow Relentless misery […]

March 2, 2014

Concerning rain


Growing stuff, Literature

Confession: I am a sunshine lover, but oh, the nice rich rain! All day it has fallen; and if it nourishes even me, how must the grass feel? ***** It rained and it rained and it rained. Piglet told himself that never in all his life, and he was goodness knows how old–three, was it, […]

June 6, 2013

Song of an average mother


Celebrations, Life around home

I’ll sing you a song A song of a mother A song of a mother who couldn’t. Her name was Barb. For seven years she yearned for a child, prayed and agonized and beat on heaven’s door. WHY CAN’T I HAVE ONE, ONE OF MY OWN? He gave her seven, and the second she named […]

May 12, 2013

The sun’s birthday


Growing stuff

Confession: Where I come from, this is how we do math: seeds + earth = the purest of happiness Look what my dad made me: Last night he called to say “Do you want to come over? I have something for you.” He’s pretty great. (I think I would have said that even if he […]

April 9, 2013