Category: Time
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Happy New Year!
Last New Years I spent in the hospital with newborn Aidan watching a “Project Runway” marathon. In other words, an awesome start. (I haven’t seen any real programs to speak of since. And I happen to like hospital food!) As kids grow they get ever so much more complicated and harder to please and make…
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One Year Ago:
Christmas-time last year we were otherwise occupied. Tomorrow Aidan turns one. Oh my. And today the blog turns two. Vincent wasn’t yet two when I began it. Time’s wingèd chariot is fueled by the adrenaline-kick of children! Happy Birthday, Aidan!
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Draft of the Week, #10.
Did you know there’s going to be a partial lunar eclipse on December 31, 2009? I was already working on this poem yesterday when I read this — there are amazing websites that list all the upcoming celestial happenings, and run graphics that show you what the sky/moon/sun will look like during the event. Because…
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Stripped-down Christmas.
In a confluence of my more austere tendencies and financial necessity, we are celebrating a present-free Christmas this year. You heard me: present-free. Fortunately the boys are both young enough that we can do this without their feeling deprived — they don’t yet associate Christmas with loot. Par example: It snowed this past weekend, and…
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2 Days/2 Wildly Different Audiences.
Talking to a rugful of first-graders is a scary business. Keeping their interest, watching for signs of restlessness and disinterest, and then immediately switching course to lure back their attention…I think we chatted 25 minutes all told, but I was exhausted! The teachers were endlessly patient and encouraging — the kids’ poems are hung all…
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Do You Realize There Are Only 7 Weeks Left to the Year?
Egads, where has the time went?! There’s micro-time, this week, wherein: I drove to North Adams for a meeting, have my reading tonight with Kim Rogers at the Green Street Café (which I am so excited about; that and the dinner provided — Green St. has an excellent menu!), and tomorrow afternoon I’m visiting, in…
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Autumn Cold/s.
Now I know the summer is well & truly over: The Gauthier household is besieged by its first illness since Aidan was born. Vincent is the only one not suffering at the moment, but he woke with a sore throat, so I expect he’s getting it, too. Aidan is thoroughly miserable, barely sleeping, making it…
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Draft of the Week, #3.
Several posts ago I talked about Facebook and SHE WRITES. But if you like your social networking more focused, more heavily poetry-centric, then hie yourself over to the remodeled digs of ReadWritePoem: with member profiles, groups, forums, messaging, and more, they’re a whole lot more than writing prompts. This week’s poem below. The now-usual 48-ish…
Marie Gauthier 