Monday, January 25, 2010
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
I've been back in the city for approximately two and half weeks. I have forgotten everything I know about parking lots, but still remember the deep of the deep woods. Sitting in the car while running errands for the family, I felt so much like my "other self." That self that is out in the America of our minds, the self that lights the home fire, picks up the kids from school, the self that you would have been if you had married that first love, that second love, the self that would drive and wonder what her other self was like writing poems in the non-wooded city of windows. I was having a hard time that day, and then the image of the Olive Garden made me smile. As if it was some kind of castle of unattainable normalcy. All-you-can-eat American dreams for everyone.
Wednesday, January 06, 2010
Back in New York. To the winter. To the cold. To the low low low in the heart. But how nice that we have each other. And are alive.
Here's a new essay I wrote about Brady (my stepdad) and living with veterans of war. It's simple, but I hope it's truthful.
The essay is up on InDigest and is called, Listen. I hope you read it if you have the time.
I haven't made a New Year's resolution yet. I am resolved against delusion, but I am tossed up in dreams.