A Goat Path

May 10, 2010

Walking across campus, caught up in my own thoughts, I looked down and realized that I wasn’t walking on the sidewalk, but on a more direct path that cut across the lawn. I’ve heard of using these goat paths to plot out walkways on campuses, and I like the idea; but, on an ever-expanding one-hundred-year-old campus, it’s more practical to simply design walkways. Read the rest of this entry »

A Piece of Chocolate

May 7, 2010

Dark chocolate. One of those things that used to be considered exotic, precious, even luxurious. It is often advertised as such. Yet, it has also become ubiquitous and cheapened in quality, almost unrecognizable at times as the lovely thing it is. Read the rest of this entry »

An Indelible Memory

May 6, 2010

I have this memory from my childhood. The kind of indelible, informative memory that is part of the toolbox we aren’t even aware we are filling when we are young. I see myself, barefoot and play-worn on the front porch. Below me, over the side brick lattice wall, facing the neighbor’s house, is my brother. Read the rest of this entry »

A Turtle

May 5, 2010

My daughter asked me once again to be the surrogate caretaker of her turtle, Esmerelda. Every time I take care of the turtle I swear I won’t do it again. This time around I suggested that she think of getting rid of a pet that basically lives on life support. A pet that isn’t suited for an owner who lives the gypsy life. Read the rest of this entry »

A Walk

May 4, 2010

I took a walk with my grandson the other day, down our street, around the corner, and along the sidewalk on the the other side of the street from where we usually walk. Rather than easily treading our beaten path route, we had to notice things like where the sidewalk rose and fell. We had to keep on our guard for new things. Read the rest of this entry »

A Dream

May 3, 2010

As is our morning ritual, I get dressed while listening to the radio alarm playing Morning Edition. It’s set for 7:30, over an hour after I get up, and it slowly wakes my husband. So, I usually stand at the door to our bedroom after getting dressed and say “good-bye” to a pillow over a face. Read the rest of this entry »

A Tooth Extraction

April 30, 2010

A couple of years ago I was sitting in the chair as the oral surgeon yanked and banged at the second wisdom tooth extraction. And, as I sat there, feeling raw and vulnerable and in pain, I came to a decision. Although the plan had been to extract all three of my remaining wisdom teeth that day, I decided that two would be just fine. Read the rest of this entry »

A Day

April 29, 2010


Twenty-six Aprils ago, flanked by a midwife and my husband, I gave birth to my second child, a baby girl, in my very own bed in our Biloxi duplex apartment. Read the rest of this entry »

The Truth as We Know It

April 28, 2010

I was listening to an interview with Mary Karr. She was talking about her third memoir, a book she didn’t want to be just another “drunk-a-log.” In fact, she didn’t like the direction that her first draft was going,  so she threw the first 2000 words away and started over. Read the rest of this entry »

A Magnolia Blossom

April 27, 2010

My friend made an actual beeline for the magnolia blossoms overhanging a fence. She was drawn to confirm what the bodacious blossom seemed to promise — big scent. Taking a big whiff, she got all dreamy-eyed. Read the rest of this entry »

A Pair of Socks

April 26, 2010

My son came back from his morning run and told me he had passed a couple of our friends along the way. I asked him if they harassed him, maybe hooted at him or gave him shit. Read the rest of this entry »

An Avocado

April 23, 2010

Scooping avocado into my salad, I remembered the first time I experienced that fruit. I was sixteen, babysitting a ten-year-old boy named Zach and his little sister Sierra. Read the rest of this entry »

An Interview

April 22, 2010

I was listening to an interview with a pianist who was talking about the genius of Chopin’s creative process: Read the rest of this entry »

A Book

April 21, 2010

I have a favorite children’s book. “The Little House” by Virginia Lee Burton. A little house is built in the country, the city encroaches, the house is abandoned and forgotten, but then found, moved, and restored by the great-great grandaughter of the builder. Read the rest of this entry »

A Cheese Plane

April 20, 2010

We’ve had the same cheese plane for thirty years. It was a wedding gift. My husband replaced the original handle, but the stainless steel blade has held up all these years. We’ve tried other planes, but they bend or break or cut badly. Read the rest of this entry »

A Couple of Words

April 19, 2010

I woke up one recent morning with these two words in my head: “More love.” I started to question it, to ask the words where they came from. They told me “Just more love.” Read the rest of this entry »

A Sharpening Wheel

April 17, 2010

It would be simple to notice the forsythia in full bloom, that burst of yellow that tells us the winter might just be gone for good. But what I’m really noticing is an old sharpening wheel lying beneath that bush. Read the rest of this entry »


April 16, 2010

A few objects in my office:

A clay figure made by my youngest son when he was in elementary school. It looks like an alien. If I shake it, it jingles, and all of the bad juju disperses into the universe. Read the rest of this entry »

Flying Over

April 15, 2010

On the second flight of our trip home from Texas, I had a window seat. I looked out over the clouds, which I’ve always thought to be some kind of supernatural experience. Humans above the clouds. Read the rest of this entry »

A Brown Dog

April 14, 2010

On a recent visit with my sister, her little dog, Roxy, sat on the arm of the chair where I was sitting. A little brown thing with big brown eyes. I haven’t had a dog, nor any other sort of furry pet, since I was a teenager. Read the rest of this entry »