Tag: Vincent
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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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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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“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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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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