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The Grace of the World

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As much of the world hunkers in lockdown, waiting out the coronavirus pandemic, I find my life has grown quieter and the small things--a garter snake in the iris patch, three turkey vultures poised on a neighbor's roof--have the power to sooth.  That's why this poem seems perfect for this moment in history:


The Peace of Wild Things
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief.  I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting in their light.  For a time
I rest in the grace of the world and am free.  


--Wendell Berry

Journey with Me

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Thanks to Sharon Foley whose podcast, Journey Daily with a Compelling Poem, currently features a poem of mine, "The Trip to Brooklyn Misremembered as a Roller Coaster Ride."

Free the Mice!

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Thanks to Bearings Online, for publishing my poem about trying--and sometimes failing--to be kind to the mammals who only want to share our homes and our crumbs.


Where I've Been (When I Wasn't Here)

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It's been a while since I've blogged here.  A looooong while.   While I wasn't here, I've been moving, writing, and teaching.  I've also been fostering dogs.  One was Moka, a labby girl who went on to find a perfect forever home. 



The second, Miles, a foxy little chihuahua corgi mix (we think) quickly squiggled his way into our hearts. 


We wound up adopting him...so now he's a part of our pack.  He's what they call a foster failure--or maybe we're the failures.  At any rate, now that we've got three, our fostering days are over for the forseeable future

Miles came from Little Dog Lifeboat.  And Moka came up north from Southern Comfort Animal Rescue, which has adoption events every three weeks.  In fact, there's still time to catch the wagging tail end of this weekend's rescue, at Rosedale Mills in Pennington, New Jersey.  Both rescues do amazing work finding homes for deserving dogs.

Ladybug Season!

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Under Construction

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This summer, it seems my whole life is under construction. We've been living in limbo while the house we're hoping to buy in our beloved Lambertville has been taking shape.  



I've been doing a lot of driving back and forth to the house to watch it grow into the next phase of its already quite long life. The process has been exciting and sometimes fraught.  


Then there's my usual summer preoccupation: writing.  With several novels underway at once, I've been trying to figure out where to take my writing next.  I've been researching and drafting what I suspect will turn out to be a Middle Grade novel and rethinking a YA novel that didn't quite cohere. I've also been turning back to my first love, poetry, putting together the first manuscript of poems in a really long time.



Most of all, I've been grappling with what kind of writer I want to become.  How should I spend the next part of my writing life?  It's been a restless and uncertain couple of mont…