Passive Voice

I submitted my paper last night, the one I worked so hard on, the one that had me visiting –again and again– the special collections libraries at Duke and UNC this semester. The one I got back last week in draft form and my professor said was awful. The one I descended into the sub-basement … More Passive Voice

First Day of Advent

rps brought this beloved poem to my attention this morning. I had read it many times before, but hadn’t thought of it, really, as pertaining to advent. Now I do. The poem feels appropriate on this cold November day in Durham, when rain falls steadily and pastes leaves to the grass and wet pavement. And … More First Day of Advent

Hot

So this morning Emma Grace and I were discussing hair color. She, ever wanting, for the time being, to be like me, wanted to color her hair brown. Brown. Imagine! She, whose hair flows beyond all reason from her head in the most stunning blond, wants brown hair. I Discouraged this. And anyway, I am … More Hot

Try to Benember

Emma Grace was getting dressed yesterday morning when it rolled out from somewhere– a marble. They are all over the house. I used to have them in a tidy leather bag I bought p. c. (pre-children) from American Eagle or some place like that. The boys have played with them occasionally, but since Emma Grace’s … More Try to Benember

Communion

On Saturday evening, Bill and I attended the North Carolina Singer-Songwriter Final Competition. We did this because our friend, Karl Ruch, was one of the eight finalists. He was the best one. He really was. And we knew this before we heard the others perform, but his performance confirmed it anyway. He did not win, … More Communion

Home

I was away all day. All Day. I left at 8 and didn’t get home until after five, and when I came home I was tired. Tired. Oh, so tired. It was a good day, an important day, a day talking about things I love, things I am passionate about, things I just might be … More Home

Look! Look! Everett can read.