happy father’s day to all who would swim as far as was needed in any storm.
This is my 32nd Father’s Day without my father. For him, this poem. This perfect father’s day poem. A poem that reminds me not only of Daddy–swimming as far as was needed until he couldn’t anymore, and then, too–but also of Mr Brilliant, a brilliant father with a heart as …
pure awesomeness
I ran across this video on Facebook, and I’ve watched it many times and cried each time. What a joyous, wacky, wonderful, creative way to say I love you. Truth be told, it reminds me of Mr Brilliant. And that made me smile, and it gave me some idea of …
We saved The Hoofprint!
A month ago, I wrote about a wonderful young woman named Kala and her high school newspaper, The Hoofprint. I asked readers to help this group of students fulfill their dream of printing the newspaper throughout the school year in spite of budget cuts that had taken away their money …
in which I meet Carlos Fuentes.
Oddly, I posted this photo as my Facebook profile shot yesterday. It was taken to commemorate my lunch date with Carlos Fuentes, the brilliant, charming, and beautiful Mexican novelist who gave us The Death of Artemio Cruz, Aura, The Good Conscience, The Hydra Head, and more. I was thinking about …
one of those days we will remember
It started late last night with a call from Emma. “She’s calling to wish you a Happy Mother’s Day,” John said as he handed me the phone. “But it’s only 11:57!” I joked. “Hi, honey,” I said. “Happy Mother’s Day!” she said. “How’s your new apartment?” I asked. We chatted …
oh, daddy : thirty-two years ago today.
One Year When I got to his marker, I sat on it, like sitting on the edge of someone’s bed and I rubbed the smooth, speckled granite. I took some tears from my jaw and neck and started to wash a corner of his stone. Then a black and amber …
change your verbs, change the landscape of your life.
I was deeply honored to wear a Harry Potter robe on Saturday morning and march onto the gorgeous lawn of Guilford College to give the commencement address 30 years after I received my own diploma from there. Here are some photos from that special day, some 3x3x365 posts about it, …
poets love the intangible.
Intangible I am in love With the light that illuminates the dust Resting on her hair Convinced that those diamonds are god’s way of saying hello And reminding me that this very common is not so common at all But part of something bigger and much older than Floors I …
