a lanyard for mothers
To celebrate Mother's Day, a perfect tribute from none other than poet Billy Collins. To those who are or have been mothers, those who now have or had mothers in the past, and simply to all those who mother, a lanyard.
Consider this : never, ever dim your light
My older daughter, Emma, has grown up in the pages of this blog. Now 17, she will graduate from high school in just 37 days.To soothe my fast beating heart at the prospect of that, I am gathering wisdom from the far corners of the earth to give to her …
thinking thursday.
Welcome to Thinking Thursday. Every Thursday, some links tracing my tracks across the web and a gratuitous link (or twelve) to Johnny Depp thrown in. And because my business partner David Robinson and I have recently decided to refocus our attention primarily on K-12 and teacher education over the next …
poetry wednesday : it felt love
It Felt Love How Did the rose Ever open its heart And give to this world All its Beauty? It felt the encouragement of light Against its Being, Otherwise, We all remain Too Frightened. -Hafiz A man named Joe found 37days this week by following a search for a poem …
A new (free) e-book in the making : Consider This.
It seems unreal, this last mad dash to the end of Emma's high school career. In just a few short weeks, she will be donning a cap and gown and walking across a stage that represents so much to her, to me, to us. I know every parent feels this …
sunday sounds : leave everything you know behind
Stare into the lake, astonished. (As part of Wordfest in Asheville this week, poet David Whyte will present a lecture and workshop on Saturday, May 8th).
simple action saturday : let them choose
Ah, today is senior prom day in our house. It is the last senior prom–the dress! the hair! the nails! the teetering heels!–that we will celebrate until the year 2021 when Tess is a high school senior and I am 105 years old. As Emma and I entered into Prom …
poetry 30 : what else can a mother give her daughter but such beautiful rifts in time?
And so, a month of poetry comes to an end. This time, each day in April, a poem by a woman. And we will end as we began, with a poem by Eavan Boland, this one about a pomegranate. And a daughter. I hope we can all find ways–in every …
thinking thursday (on friday).
mind :: my brain and yours Colours in cultures. As languages die, we lose diversity of thought. (Thanks to Jill Chesley) If you want others to follow, learn to be alone with your thoughts. (Thanks to Marilyn Maciel) body :: my place and yours Change is the result of choice, …
poetry 29 : certain thrills stay tucked in your limbs
She Didn't Mean to Do It Oh, she was sad, oh, she was sad.She didn't mean to do it. Certain thrills stay tucked in your limbs,go no further than your fingers, move your legs through their paces,but no more. Certain thrills knock you flaton your sheets on your bed in …
