Thursday, May 17, 2007
Sunday, May 13, 2007
Mothers for Peace
"Mother's Day was originally started by Julia Ward Howe in 1870 as a protest against the Civil War. "
Sign the petition.
Magic
This is a picture of me and my Mom. It's washed out and tattered because my Mom kept it in a frame for years and brought it with her everywhere she ever lived. When Mom died, I tucked it into my wallet so I can take it out and look at it wherever I go.Here are just a few reasons why I love this picture.
When Mom and I were younger we used to laugh about how we were big floor-sitters. It seemed like we always ended us sitting on the floor - to talk, fold laundry or work on a project. It's funny - because even when Mom was younger, it wasn't easy for her to get up and down from the floor - but, just like this picture, there we always were.
In this picture Mom is wearing a red flannel nightgown that I remember vividly. She wore that nightgown for years, until it was threadbare....because that's what you do when you find a really good flannel nightgown.
I can still remember snuggling up to her like I'm doing in this picture. Snuggling was big. We used to have this thing where I'd get up and crawl in bed with her in the mornings - and she'd say "back to back" and we'd curl up touching, back to back.
In this picture I'm wearing my Jack Kemp pajamas. Jack Kemp was then quarterback for the Buffalo Bills, and not yet a Republican politician. Knowing how much I loved Jack Kemp, my Mom bought a pair of boys foot pajamas with little football players on the top and cut out Jack Kemp's number from a piece of felt and sewed it on the front. I wore them until they were threadbare, until my feet popped through because I got too tall...because that's what you do when you get a really great pair of pajamas like that.
So in this picture we're sitting on the floor, in our favorite pajamas snuggling in front of a crackling fire. It's magical.
Moms do and say millions of things that guide their children on their way. But the thing that proves they really are magic? Just a touch from them can make you feel better, safer, loved.
Actually, the magic is even more powerful than that. All I have to do is take out this picture and look at it. And I feel better.
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Thursday, May 03, 2007
Rain
Wow, did it ever take me back to days when my little boys and I would watch with wonder at the rain coming down...and that smell...that fresh smell in the air when it rains.I wrote this poem about one of those days back in 2000...
It’s funny
The thunder booming
In May
As if it were August
As if this weren’t New England
But the Midwest
Where the storms
Move like freight trains
Along the unbroken highways
I yearn for this kind of freak of nature
To break me out of my self
Plant me on Earth
My boys are always on the planet
and together we jumped at it
Huddled under my Grandmother’s afghan
We turned off the lights
the crackling fire flickered
against the walls
we opened the northeast window
the smell was intoxicating, fresh
water poured down
the road was a river
whooshing wind-driven rain
like a new sheet thrown over your head
the feel of it wafted down
smelling clean
we giggled and squirmed
thankful
for our warm house
for Drew’s little
toes curled under my leg
for Dylan indulgently
throwing his arms around
our shoulders
as we sat cheek to cheek to cheek
being blessed
by Spring
Happy Spring everyone.
T-Shirt
Happy Birthday to you
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
Travelog
Random favorites from trip to San Francisco in April...Hotel Monaco - Kimpton does it best
Bambudda Lounge - funky, kind of LA
Amoeba Records - in the Haight, classic vinyl, live shows, a rare breed

Cole Valley - fav neighborhoodFillmore - walk it end to end
EOS - best meal by far and that's saying something
The DeYoungVivianne Westwood, even


Best beer

Most appreciated glass of wineBar at the St. Regis
Always showing up at the Top of the Mark when it's closed
This one is for Caitlin



