Hugh is 16 months now. He's a blur of movement, a chattering, singing, hollering fellow, and it feels like he's got one foot in babyhood and one in full blown kid-dom. Here's a handful of little things that really seem to capture the moment: Lately, we're hearing a lot of Hugh's suddenly clear-as-a-bell, almost incredulous, … Continue reading Hugh
The very hour of Hugh's birth, Vivienne rushed into the hospital room, gazed at him with four-year-old wonder, and squealed, "When will he be baptized?!" Not what I expected! And, she didn't give it up... She nagged me to call our priest and schedule a date. "Maybe Tuesday would be good," she'd suggest. She showed … Continue reading The Joy & Wonder
Writing about motherhood often feels like a futile exercise. How on earth does one capture and organize the three dimensional whirlwind of active bodies, the deep emotional valleys, the adventures, the quiet, private moments? I have always loved the economy of poetry -- the freedom to omit context or narrative and zero in on one … Continue reading Poems & Motherhood
