motherhood

Sunblock

If I ever were to bake a cake it would be for you, and I’d color in the icing like spreading sunblock on your face.   I like to get you while you sleep— the best is in a car— so I can butter every toe and beneath your pillow feet.   Underneath your feet […]

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Baby

You are A long time Coming Now All time is Your time My time is Yours since Before But your Time is Not mine It is yours I get to Watch it Feel how You are not In me But you were There you Grew Into a paw Of blood And time It felt good […]

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Mom Hooky

   Could this really be happening? Am I really about to start a new book on a Saturday afternoon by an actual swimming pool? Special thanks to the husband and to Elena Ferrante, for writing the most fun, yet serious, works of literature I’ve read in years. 

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The Burdens of Motherhood

   This morning I posted an excerpt from a book I am reading by Italian writer Elena Ferrante. Now I’ve just read the excerpt above from an interview with the writer which appeared as part of The Financial Time’s “Women of 2015” feature. Ferrante, I learned, is a pen name and no photos of the […]

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“All” Is a Lie

I recently encountered the above plaque at one of the many schools I visited while searching for an elementary school for my son. It’s a verse from a poem that ranks among Margaret Atwood’s most famous works: “Spelling.” I will not offer up another “bloggy” essay of why the poem matters. Clearly it does. Nor will I get into […]

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