Have you ever convinced yourself that you hated something, only to eventually discover that you actually loved it? I used to hate to write anything longer than a poem. This former, vivid, hatred of mine is strange to reflect upon now, as I happily spend hours...
Today is new As a child’s first step (Fragment of a poem I wrote in 2004 that has been hiding in my green tub since then.) How about this one: Henry keeps saying to his wife, “I just want to go on our camping trip to Yellowstone.” Hour after hour he...
Since we were kids we’ve been told to “Just Wait.” We’ve been told to “Just Wait,” for a chocolate chip cookie, for a new toy we desperately want, for summer vacation to come. Now, sometimes it’s important to just wait: For the light to turn green. For the corn...
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