Monthly Archives: May 2009

Does not vanish when I am not looking. 0

“Time is important to me now, I tell myself. Not that it should pass quickly or slowly, but be only time, be something I live inside and fill with physical things and activities that I can divide it up by, so that it grows distinct to me and does not vanish when I am not […]

So as not to be the martyred slaved of time. 2

Sorry for the radio silence. Last week was the Big Bad Testing at school, and there were things that happened, but none of them really germinated into anything that I could phrase in a meaningful way. It was just a long, hard week. On Wednesday, I didn’t even do yoga at church. I was just […]

The most famous split infinitive. 4

I vividly remember the day that “The Best of Both Worlds, Part II” aired. That was the fourth season premiere of Star Trek: The Next Generation. Wikipedia tells me that it aired in September of 1990. I don’t know when it was, exactly. I just know that we had been anticipating it all. summer. long. […]

I’m having trouble finishing Revolutionary Road. 3

1. It’s good. Very good, even. 2. But I don’t LIKE Frank and April Wheeler. 3. And I saw the movie and I know how it ends. 4. I don’t know if you have heard this or not, but it was a desperately sad movie. 5. Is there any way to finish the book without […]

When she goes to work you can hear the strings. 2

I try to be on the lookout for grace in my life – the beautiful things that come to us that we do not deserve. I have been blessed lately with some small graces – friends cheering me on at the finish line of a race (that I ran in its entirety with my husband), […]

I lean back, as the evening darkens and comes on. 2

“Lying in a Hammock at William Duffy’s Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota” by James Wright Over my head, I see the bronze butterfly, Asleep on the black trunk, blowing like a leaf in green shadow. Down the ravine behind the empty house, The cowbells follow one another Into the distances of the afternoon. To my […]

It’s not just that I really like to read. 8

A few weeks ago, I called Andrea and complained that I had been so incredibly out of sorts lately. That nothing I did seemed to make any difference: not prayer, not church, not reflection, not exercise. I had struggled and struggled for a couple of weeks, and then one day, pushed to the brink, I […]

If I stepped out of my body I would break into blossom. 0

A Blessing by James Wright Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota, Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass. And the eyes of those two Indian ponies Darken with kindness. They have come gladly out of the willows To welcome my friend and me. We step over the barbed wire into the pasture Where they […]

I may have to stretch the definition of “homemade.” 9

Last month, April had a post about homemade gifts and said that the first three people to comment would get a homemade gift from her. I commented, because . . . I guess because I am selfish. I like getting things in the mail. I think these sorts of internet things are nice – April […]

Poetry in the wild. 1

I kept meaning to mention the Academy of American Poets’ Free Verse Project. They encouraged people to take pictures of poetry “in the wild.” There are some great pictures there – here are a few of my favorites. “The Red Wheelbarrow” by William Carlos Williams “Miracles” by Walt Whitman And, my favorite: “The Love Song […]

Good things in April. 3

With all due respect, Mr. Eliot, I think that March was a whole lot more cruel than April this year. 1. Dinner at Lucky 32 for Andrea’s birthday. Also, I spanked both Alisa and Andrea in Uno. 2. Solaris for my friend Ginny’s birthday. Half-price tapas! 3. I went out to dinner for the third […]