Tag: family

• 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,…

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  March 11, 2011

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

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

• 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…

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  July 27, 2010

  Aidan, family, music, Vincent

  Aidan, family, Ingrid Michaelson, Vincent

• Digging out from Under.

  Have I ever neglected my blog this long before?  Apologies!  At last I have my beloved iBook back — well, a refurbished clone of my beloved, actually, but it will most certainly do — and I’m so backed up and behind that I’m simply choking out here in the weeds. It was an interesting couple…

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  October 10, 2009

  chapbooks, Draft of the Week, family, poetry, Writing

  chapbook, computer troubles, family, poetry, publishing, Writing

• Wood Smoke & S’mores…& Frog Legs.

  My brother took our nephew camping not too far from Shelburne Falls this weekend, to a campground where we spent most of the summers of our childhood, so we went to visit them on Saturday. Vincent went out on a canoe, splashed around in the lake, toasted marshmallows for s’mores (which he then spit out,…

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  July 6, 2009

  Aidan, family, friends, Time, Vincent

  Aidan, camping, family, friends, holidays, Vincent

• Milestones.

  Vincent turned three on Saturday, so I baked him a cake.  From scratch.  You’ll note I have not posted a picture of said cake.  Oh, it tasted quite wonderful, actually, chocolate cake with chocolate frosting, and Vincent adored it.  Which was a big relief, because it looked like crap.  I wish I was joking. Because…

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  February 11, 2009

  family, Vincent

  chocolate cake, family, Vincent

• Praise.

  By some inauguration day minor miracle, both of my boys stopped crying long enough for me to hear the actual swearing-in of our new president, and while I’m trying to keep my expectations reasonable, to bear in mind that President Barack Obama is a man, a good, intellectual, thoughtful man, but still a man, one…

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  January 20, 2009

  Aidan, babies, books, family, poetry, Time

  books, Elizabeth Alexander, family, history, poetry, President Barack Obama

• “The Mist”.

  We did not drive to the coast yesterday — both Vincent & Lance had colds, so we went out for breakfast at Foxtowne Diner and walked to the playground in the morning, and had a quiet and restful afternoon. My idea of a good day. Which I needed, because I woke up in a foul…

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  May 12, 2008

  babies, family, movies, poetry, pregnancy, Writing

  family, movies, poetry, pregnancy, The Mist, Vincent, Writing

• 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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  February 8, 2008

  books, Collected Poets Series, death, family, poetry, Time, Uncategorized, Vincent

  birthdays, books, Chris Forhan, Collected Poets Series, Daniel Tobin, death, Ellen Dore Watson, family, funerals, Kimberley Rogers, Pimone Triplett, poetry, Vincent

• Weekend of Mourning.

  Uncle Joe died last night. He was close to 90 and looked it, a WW II vet who had quite a time watching Flags of Our Fathers with my brothers and cousins when they took him to the movie, and the kind and loving family patriarch, the eldest brother as my dad was the youngest,…

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  February 3, 2008

  death, family, poetry, Vincent

  Christine Garren, death, family, poetry, Uncle Joe