Monthly Archives: April 2008

Thank you, 3

I came home today to find The Joys of Love by Madeleine L’Engle on my front step. Well, it was in a box. But you know what I mean. I don’t know what exactly was wrong with me today, but there was crying and a near panic attack and bad news and my day was […]

That which doesn’t kill me can only make me stronger. 5

I am running in a 5K on Saturday. But I have never actually run 5K, so I have been expecting to walk a (small) portion of it. I have never actually run 5K . . . UNTIL TODAY! That’s right! Of course, I ran on the indoor track at UNCG, which is not exactly the […]

I want to go, but you won’t let me go. 8

One of the reasons that I truly believe that YouTube is one of the greatest inventions of our generation is that I am able to watch old Sesame Street videos. Every time I hear this song, I have no choice but to imagine a giant letter U chasing Smokey Robinson. And, really, what is wrong […]

Four more poems for National Poetry Month. 0

At my book club on Thursday, we were supposed to bring a poem in honor of National Poetry Month. Before you ask, this was not my idea. It was the idea of my Favorite English Professor, however, so I was totally on board. I found it fascinating both what people brought and how much it […]

The Miracle at Speedy Motors by Alexander McCall Smith 0

Life is full of little miracles: Rainbows after a good, long rain; kind words instead of animosity; friendship instead of loneliness. These are the kinds of miracles that Mma Ramotswe and Mr. J.L.B. Matekoni believe in. They would like to believe that their foster daughter will one day be able to get up out of […]

My cojones, some food, and Shelby time. 4

I don’t know why I don’t have much to say this week. I did, after all, get told by a student in the class that I am taking that I had “a lot of balls” for saying something that I said. “Not really,” I wanted to say, “I just have a basketball that my brother […]

Why my new job is far superior to my old job. 1

Two words: Field. Trips. I didn’t used to get paid to go to Grasshopper games in the middle of the day. But now I do. Take that, old job! (I really liked my old job. But this one is pretty great, too.) ((Alisa asked if I made the kids sing the waffle song. And the […]

As Kingfishers Catch Fire, Dragonflies Draw Flame by Gerard Manley Hopkins 0

As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame; As tumbled over rim in roundy wells Stones ring; like each tucked string tells, each hung bell’s Bow swung finds tongue to fling out broad its name; Each mortal thing does one thing and the same: Deals out that being indoors each one dwells; Selves–goes itself; myself it […]

A Clear Midnight by Walt Whitman 0

This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless, Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done, Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou lovest best, Night, sleep, death and the stars. — Happy National Poetry Month!

Things that have happened. 6

I keep doing things and not telling you about them, and then I never know whether to tell you about them later. Especially if it would have been better if I took a picture, but I didn’t take any pictures. Like when I made this Cranberry, Caramel, and Almond Tart for Easter dinner with my […]

Why, yes, I am the granddaughter of a farmer. 6

Last week, Mike and I went to The Orange Peel in Asheville to see Colin Meloy, lead singer of The Decemberists. Colin Meloy did not play my favorite Decemberists song. He did, however, play my least favorite Decemberists song, the one that gives me the heebie jeebies. Great job, Colin. One of the new songs, […]

When I Heard the Learn’d Astronomer by Walt Whitman 0

When I heard the learn’d astronomer; When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me; When I was shown the charts and the diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them; When I, sitting, heard the astronomer, where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room, How soon, unaccountable, I became tired and sick; […]

Tried to amend my carnivorous habits. 4

I don’t like to brag, but . . . in my hometown there is a restaurant that serves the best cheeseburgers in North Carolina. The Charlotte Observer says so. I would link to the article, but, unfortunately, it’s not available online. Here’s a quote from the article on the best cheeseburgers in the state, written […]

Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist by Rachel Cohn and David Levithan 0

I read (but did not really care for) Rachel Cohn and David Levithan’s newer book, Naomi and Ely’s No Kiss List. I read Boy Meets Boy by David Levithan, and I thought it was cute, though not necessarily my thing. But, for some reason, I keep thinking that maybe I am going to like David […]

Something there is in consciousness that slumber cannot break. 3

I have been trying not to talk about this too much, but I am really not sleeping all that well these days. I have been trying to keep the caffeine to the mornings and exercise and do the right things, but so far all that has gotten me is a twitchy eyelid and a mind […]

The Opposite of Love by Julie Buxbaum 0

When I was reading this, Mike said, “Why isn’t the book just called Hate?” Funny guy. But, you know, we had a good discussion about what the opposite of love might be. I suggested fear and selfishness. Mike quoted Elie Wiesel, saying that it’s indifference. The Opposite of Love is about Emily, a lawyer who […]

The power of your intense fragility. 2

A friend of mine passed along an article from Christian Century about the handshake ritual at church (that is, pastors shaking hands at the door on the way out). Though I often avoid the handshake ritual, I have felt the holiness of that moment: taking the time to say that something really touched me in […]

So tough. 8

If your wife is totally awesome and goes running in the rain because she is awesome and also she is going to run in a 5K and she needs to be in shape for it, she is going to resemble a drowned rat when she gets home. My recommendation to you is that you not […]

This poem is for my mother, who taught me to love basketball. 5

Women Watching Basketball by Marisa de los Santos For us, five writers, it’s partly to do with the language, little spells, hyphenated, elegant lingo, words swirling like whiskey in the mouth: pump-fake, post-up, two-guard, pick-and-roll. We are casual. Like Whitman–who’d have been a fan for sure, adoring and bearded, tossing his hat in the air […]

Consider how you were made. 6

I posted that poem yesterday because I need to hear that more than anyone. Growing up, I remember seeing very clearly that there was an inner circle – at school, at church, in my community – and that I was not part of it. I even, from time to time, feel that way in my […]