Category: Aidan

• Autumn nipping at my heels

  How on earth did it get to be October already? Georgia is five months old, Vincent’s in first grade, and middle child Aidan is universally praised as sweet and gentle and photogenic as hell: The lateness of the year terrifies me — intimations of mortality etc. — but I love autumn. Kicking leaves on the…

  mariegauthier

  October 10, 2012

  Aidan, babies, death, family, friends, poetry, Time, Vincent

• Auld Lang Syne

  I don’t want to let the year end without saying that, for all of 2011’s sorrows, I am deeply and heartfelt-fully grateful for my family — my boys, my husband, sisters, brothers, cousins, aunts, etc. — and all my loyal and loving friends — virtual and otherwise. You remind me of what’s true and dear…

  mariegauthier

  December 27, 2011

  Aidan, babies, books, death, dreams, family, friends, poetry, pregnancy, Vincent, Writing

• The Writing Blues

  My children are ever so much more productively writing than I am. Vincent’s discovering the discoveries and challenges of reading and writing, and Aidan is doggedly working on his own mysterious pages. I, on the other hand, have written exactly two poems since my mother died. That Salamander will be publishing one of them in…

  mariegauthier

  November 28, 2011

  Aidan, Collected Poets Series, death, Draft of the Week, poetry, pregnancy, Time, Vincent, Writing

  boredom, grief, poetry, Writing

• Despite it all…

  …I know I’m lucky. I’m lucky that I was born to a great mother, that I loved her and told her so all the time. That I was able to be there for her and that she let me care for her was a real blessing. A critical illness has a way of burning away…

  mariegauthier

  May 10, 2011

  Aidan, family, friends, poetry, Vincent, Writing

  Aidan, Mum, poetry, Vincent, Writing

• Beyond any notion of a beginning

  When we talk about love, we go back to the start, to pinpoint the moment of free fall. But this story is the story of an ending, of death, and it has no beginning. A mother is beyond any notion of a beginning. That’s what makes her a mother: you cannot start the story. But,…

  mariegauthier

  March 11, 2011

  Aidan, books, death, family, friends, sickness, Time, Vincent

  cancer, death, family, Meghan O’Rourke, memoirs, mothers, stories, The Long Goodbye

• Let it snow! (Baby, it’s cold outside…)

  Finally, the day after Christmas, we’re having our first real honest-to-goodness snow storm! There’s nowhere we have to be, plenty of milk, cream, cocoa, tea, and coffee (covering the holy trinity of hot beverages) on hand, and thus we can hunker down and enjoy the view. With me and the boys down with colds, visiting…

  mariegauthier

  December 27, 2010

  Aidan, books, family, poetry, Vincent

  Aidan, holidays, poetry, snow, Vincent, winter

• Intimations of Mortality

  Lately I’m expending a lot of effort feeling frustrated by the lagging response times of most of the journals I’ve submitted to, fighting the urge to dash off mild yet curious emails regarding my poems. I feel stymied, depressed. Lately I’m frustrated by my failure to stabilize Aidan’s ever-erratic sleep schedule, my attempts at weaning,…

  mariegauthier

  October 18, 2010

  Aidan, family, poetry, sickness, Time, Writing

  illness, life, mortality, poetry, submissions, Time

• Summer drives

  I spent a long weekend at my mum’s with the boys, where they played with their cousins and created an aura of general pandemonium. Driving home last night the two and a half hours was actually wonderful: the day had been beautiful, weather-wise, breezy and dry, and as we drove down the highway towards the…

  mariegauthier

  July 27, 2010

  Aidan, family, music, Vincent

  Aidan, family, Ingrid Michaelson, Vincent

• Children are all about imaginary time…

  …as in, any time not spent with them is strictly imaginary and illusory, or, in fact, altogether nonexistent. These warm sunny days, while energizing & welcome, make the perennial juggling of daily life an even harder challenge. When it’s cold, wet, and dark, it’s nice to stay indoors, easier to interest the boys in pseudo-crafty…

  mariegauthier

  May 17, 2010

  Aidan, books, family, poetry, Time, Vincent, Writing

  Aidan, books, poetry, Time, Vincent, Writing

• Last Day!

  How is it possible that tomorrow is May? The days seem to have accelerated, the year nearly half gone! Today is the last day of National Poetry Month, which means it’s the last day to enter the Great Poetry Giveaway, dreamed up by the ever-generous Kelli Russell Agodon. Visit her blog, Book of Kells, to…

  mariegauthier

  April 30, 2010

  Aidan, books, poetry, sickness, submissions, Vincent

  books, Carmine Starnino, National Poetry Month, poetry, wind