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My Take on Take a Knee

You're watching a bunch of kids out on a field. Could be football, could be futbol. Heck, it could be rugby, who knows. The point is, there's some kind of a ball, a grassy turf, spectators, and kids. Athletes, members of two opposing teams, running around playing and having fun but also, you know, putting their bodies at risk. Knowing full well that in the middle of all that running around, someone's bound to get...

Minty-Fresh

I had a brand new idea for a novel over the weekend. This is eventful for me. I'm not used to this whole idea-generating thing because, although I'm pretty okay at linking words together into fairly coherent sentences, I am NOT that great at just thinking up stuff. I suck at it, actually, and that's not just me pretending to be humble. I really do struggle with creativity. It's the same way with my art....

Winter Gardening

I wrote a poem today, from start to finish. The start was having the idea--that spark of a single line--while I was in the shower. Thank god it didn't come at three in the morning, the time at which most of my good ideas seem to come these days. The finish was printing out a second draft of the typed poem and being so happy with it that my body felt heavy with awareness, like...

Fishing

Not to brag or anything, but the first fish I ever caught was pretty big. A "boca grande," my father called it. He had baited the hook for me and taught me how to cast the line, then left me sitting on the side of the pond with instructions to be very quiet and very patient while he wandered over to check his other lines. I sat for a long time there on that patch of...

Drawing Connections

You know how some people are good with names and others are good with faces? Well, some people aren't good at either. That's me. I never would have made it as a waitress, and it's a good thing I never tried.   For years I have told myself that I am not a people person. My justification for this is based on the intensity of physical discomfort I feel when placed in social situations. There was a time when I...

Beyond the Bucket

Last week was pretty eye-opening. I guess I hadn't really had time to think about much else other than my memoir over the past two years, but in a way I think I might have thought that once it was all written and polished, once I had reached my bucket-item goal, I'd be done. But of course, that's not the case at all, and I knew this all along too.   Finishing this literary work was my bucket item,...

Point of No Return

In August of 2005, I sent my firstborn off to school for the first time. The week before, we'd gone to the Open House to take a look at her classroom and meet her teacher, but on that warm, sunny Monday morning, things felt different. It was real.   I had gotten her up early and helped her into her first-day-of-school outfit: an adorable black and white checkered dress with a matching short-sleeved jacket, white bobby socks and Mary Janes....

Birth Day

Today is the tenth anniversary of my mother's death, but I feel as if I've just given birth. About an hour ago, I sent my second draft into the world.   Well, I mean, to five people in the world, but still. That's way different from just the one person who was reading it before. That was mostly for accountability, for keeping me on track, to make sure I got it done. This, tonight, is for feedback....