Monday, October 17, 2011
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Chest Top
porcelain ballerina
tiny wound tight
turn to clicking notes
that tring flick tock
shoulder chipped
off
tring
tic
stop
Friday, March 25, 2011
Sunday, February 27, 2011
"Mom, I can I make gingersnaps?"
This was my trusty cookbook, and its pages are stained with flour, molasses, ginger, even crusty pieces of dough. It is torn, worn and well loved. Baking was so fun!
No, if I'm keeping it real I will tell you that I laid the cookies directly on the counter top. I will tell you, too, that at that point I had consumed so much of the batter that I could care less about tasting the cookies. Not to worry. There were lots of willing Samplers nearby. Gingersnaps. I could go for some now.
Ok, so by the third tray of cookies one became a bit tired of rolling little balls and pressing each with a sugar-dipped fork. The Clara Barton recipe made an enormous batch of cookies. But they sure were good. The key was to rescue them from the oven when they were about 95% cooked, and to let them finish baking right on the rack.
No, if I'm keeping it real I will tell you that I laid the cookies directly on the counter top. I will tell you, too, that at that point I had consumed so much of the batter that I could care less about tasting the cookies. Not to worry. There were lots of willing Samplers nearby. Gingersnaps. I could go for some now.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
When Lubna Prays
A stone pulled to earth
a flower bowed to sun
with solemness of snow
as particles make One
Inching over oceans
her ship is eastward bound
and what will be is inshallah
lost and lost then found
Her whispers hit her fingertips
her eyes of steady gaze
a bowing flower
rooted stone
is Lubna when she prays.
Friday, January 14, 2011
What's new?
Hello friends and family! I am in a great mood this afternoon! Left work at 2:30 to go pick up my little man at his A-Mah and Yeh-Yeh's house. Now he is home taking an overdue nap in his crib, and I am spending some quality time with Roxie.
I am at the very tip of a much needed long weekend. Here is what I am thinking about:
I love baby food. I just had a bowl of hot rice cereal with butter and salt. When Rowen is done I finish off his pureed carrots, sweet potatoes, even peas. When was I ever interested in a pea?I draw the line at prunes. Bananas too. But everything else is fair game. You are right, it is strange.
I watched in horror yesterday as a 17 year old kid who slowly made his way down to the road from the Liberty Tax office in a cumbersome and floppy Statue of Liberty costume. It is that time of year again, and we will be passing this gentleman and several of his "enthusiastic" peers every day for the next few months. Don't forget to wave.
We are going to Chinatown NYC tomorrow to meet Rowen's Great Grandma, Roger's Paw Paw. It will be his first mini road trip. What should he wear? It must be red, for good luck. It will be a quick trip, but hopefully we can make time for some dim sum or at least bubble tea!
That is about it. I hope you have a wonderful MLK weekend! As my friend Lisa always says, tell a loved one how much they mean to you.
xoxox
me
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