Fighting Dragons

Every Wednesday, my kids and I go to the local library. Every Wednesday my daughter heads straight for the Fairy Tales/Folk Tales/Mythology bays of the children’s section. She scans the spines of hundreds of books filled with beautiful princesses, ancient kings, gods...

What’s in My Journal

I’m over at Tweetspeak today, dear ones. I’d love for you to join me as I talk about what’s in my journal. Here’s a taste: I am nine years old, heading out for my first ever week away from home. Summer camp. I am terrified. For my birthday, the...

All This

1. A stranger’s hands dig clay a potter’s hands shape: a teapot, two cups. 2. Rain falls, pools in lakes, streams into rivers. Men clad in jeans and yellow vests bury pipes that carry water from mountain lake to our front yard. Another man, in jeans that need a belt...

Camellia

An old-fashioned bouquet of camellias your grandmother’s tea service have more in common than the sideboard on which they’re standing. The camellia bush with its shiny green leaves and corsage blossoms is Camellia japonica; the evergreen tea plant, Camellia sinensis....

Speak Like Rain

1. “Mama,” Jane calls from the back of the minivan, “can you make up a poem?” “A poem?” I ask. “Yes. A poem about words. A poem that rhymes.” I look out the window. Well, crap. A rhyming poem about words? “It might take me awhile,” I say. “That’s okay, Mama. Whenever...

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