Category: Vincent
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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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Can You Hear With That?
At some point last night, some vile insect bit Vincent on his left ear. This morning, Vincent’s ear was red and swollen nearly double in size — and sticking out from his head! Thankfully he’s not in any pain or discomfort, and I checked in with his pediatrician, so you needn’t feel bad for enjoying…
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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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The beast awakes.
It’s so hot in this third floor apartment that when Lance went in to check on Vincent napping, he discovered that Vincent had moved from the bed to the floor, presumably because the pine floors felt cooler to his little body. I snuck in to take a picture (we have a small album of the…
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Collected Poets Series.
On Thursday, June 5th, at 7:30pm, poets Chard deNiord, author of three books of poetry including the recent Night Mowing, and Susie Patlove, the author of Quickening, will read from their most recent work at Mocha Maya’s Coffee House, 47 Bridge Street, Shelburne Falls, MA. Chard deNiord is the author of three books of poetry,…
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Mother’s Weekend.
Even though I have to work this afternoon, that’s still what it seems like, an entire Mother’s weekend, because Lance and Vincent went out this morning to give me some quiet time before work — Lance bought Vincent a life preserver yesterday, and they drove to Ashfield Lake to go canoeing. He didn’t bring the…
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NaPoWriMo Redux.
Our downstairs neighbor moved, taking our wireless with her, though we were unaware that she was our source until we suddenly had no internet — hence my silence here since the new month began. We took the bull by the horns, nasty beast, and signed up for a wireless account of our very own, which…
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Grilled Cheese with Bacon & Tomato kind of Night.
No poem today. Not even a revision. Back to work where my inbox was filled with nearly 600 emails and my tangible box was just full. But what a glorious day! 80 degrees! On April 18! This evening Vincent & Lance went for a walk downtown while I started making the season’s first batch of…
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NaPoWriMo Draft 9.
Vincent could be & has been worse, but darling boy is still unwell. In between the interludes of obvious illness, he is variously rambunctious and lethargic. Irony of ironies: Nature has chosen this Week of the Influenza Outbreak to spring into Full Spring with gusto. * The moving-on-now-revise-later aspect of NaPoWriMo does not come naturally…
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In which the plague inevitably spreads & Marie somehow writes NaPoWriMo Draft 8.
Thank you, yes, I am improving at last, but horribly, Vincent has caught it. From me. Which means I didn’t get it from him, and I’m a bad mama to have intimated that I might have done so in my last post. I am happy to report, however, that so far, though he’s plenty sick,…
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