Category: Time
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Proof of Our Active Active Lives:
Last weekend was incredibly full: fun and hijinks with Galway Kinnell and Cinnamon the Horse within days of each other! Can you see how frighteningly fearless Vincent is and why I lay awake at night? The pictures below are of the Collected Poets Series reading with Galway. Directly below, his grandchildren perform with him. Then,…
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Big Boat ride in a hole in the ground…
The first time I watched “On the Town,” I thought what they were singing in the big “New York, New York” number was “A big boat ride in a hole in the ground.” Yes, never mind that it makes no sense, I figured it out a good long time later (for the uninitiated, as unimaginable…
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Sum-sum-summertime!
It’s official, and clinging to these new summer days is that summery languor, that eh, whatever, it can wait feeling. But I truly have done more than read novels and dip my toes in the kiddie pool, ensconced in my gestational cocoon — I have indeed read a lot of novels, but I had catching…
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A Lost Week.
“My heart beat thick.” I think that’s the correct quote. It’s from Jane Eyre, and I’ve never forgotten it (quite) due to Dr. Heineman’s professorial diligence back in 1990, her vehement attention to a writer’s very particular choice. (From her I also learned the proper pronunciation of “vehement” and “awry.”) All respect to Jane, but…
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NaPoWriMo.
I don’t know who started it, (Maureen Thorson?) or when, the first time I remember hearing about it was last year — National Poetry Month has been transmogrified into National Poetry Writing Month. One poem a day for a month, to be exact. Unlikely? No — impossible, in every way — I can promise to…
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Le Bossu Deux.
For two nights now it’s been sitting in its envelope on top of our DVD player. But for one reason or another we still haven’t had the time to watch it. ! I guess after ten years I can stand the suspense another day. Tomorrow night for sure. I’ll make Vincent watch it if that’s…
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Friday Miscellany.
The Marine Honor Guard attended Uncle Joe’s funeral — “Taps” is the most devastating music — you respond viscerally, instantly. Even as we mourned, though, I was glad that they came, that they honored him, that he was remembered. Funerals, memorial services — they’re important. That kind of communal grief is comforting, the communal recognition…
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Mud for brains.
On certain nights, like this one, it seems that I haven’t had a solid 5 hours of sleep since Vincent was born—but no, since before, because you know it’s impossible to sleep well during pregnancy, right from the get-go, when you’re waking up 3 times a night to use the bathroom, and those final months…
Marie Gauthier 