It’s the day we buried you …

… and on its second anniversary, here’s a poem the boys and I have read and love in Cynthia Rylant’s book God got a dog. God Went to India To see the elephants. God adores elephants. He thinks they are the best thing He ever made. They do everything He hoped for: They love their […]

Counting Mississippis – a serious aside

As I sat, one recent evening, counting Mississippis while running my hands over my boys’ smooth backs, I thought further. About things our boys don’t know yet. A week ago Artie and I watched 12 Years a Slave. I’ve never seen a back torn apart as it was in that movie. In its pivotal scene […]

Boys at bedtime

Micah probably was not a year old when it (or rather he) started: the sillification of that most delicate time of day. Like a wonky wind-up toy, Micah will crank himself all the way up when, in his weary parents’ opinion, it’s really wind-down time. I know he’s not unique that way. Shelves of books […]

The art of losing

This poem by Elizabeth Bishop has been following me around: One Art The art of losing isn’t hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster, Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. The art of […]

Left out

January 20, 2014 Preface: Micah tends to be the clown. The type of clown who hides a lot of sadness behind his mischief. (Is there another type?) After a tricky play date today with a friend Lysle and Micah share, I ask them to sit down with me to talk. How could all their fighting […]