Welcome
-
Recent posts
Teeny Tiny Mantras
Today is Patti Smith.
Patti Smith - Horses (full studio version) (by Twentysixbillion)
Kind of stuck on this song.
Elvis Costello, “When It Sings” (by Iain Halliday)

may my heart always be open to little birds
who are the secrets of living… (by ee cummings)(photo by catene)
Pin Me
I make playlists as a form of meditation
Archives
Tags Cloud
awards blogging books bragging Bruce Springsteen Carnival of Space #129 change collaboration Columbus corn COSI election emotional hygiene environment fathers and sons furniture grace in small things grief grief mapping I am not strong imperfection inspiration I wish I was smarter karma life's biggest questions memory NBC Newtown Ohio moms Ohio State Fair performance art planets pop culture preschool shredheads spelling The Great Interview Experiment travel Wapakoneta web links we like to look at the world What to do on a Friday or Saturday night woe is me working at home World Trade CenterRecent comments
- Grace on A note to my boy, who is seven today
- Wendy Somes on I hate art scavenger hunts
- Christina on Today is yes
- sizzle on Today is yes
- Kirsten on About Tiny Mantras
I’m not sure I should post this Archive
-
Tract for the Day of the Dead
Posted on November 1, 2012 | No CommentsOne of my first official acts as a newly minted 40-year-old was to help my mother pronounce my stepfather dead after a prolonged and terrible brain illness. It was dawn... -
The re-education of a science mom
Posted on April 11, 2011 | 6 CommentsThe other day, my son was asked to draw a picture of something he is grateful for. He made semi-scribbly, red twisty lines. Above them, he wrote “DNA.” I asked... -
Invisible
Posted on October 4, 2010 | 3 CommentsWhen I went out East in August, I was beginning to feel lighter. I felt invisible at BlogHer, but that was mainly because you have to work so hard to... -
This inverted life
Posted on June 8, 2010 | 19 CommentsI wish I felt comfortable writing my way through this time. I’d like to tell you about the fact that my son and I have been living at my mother’s...




