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Joyce Franklin and the Curse of the Third Grade Teacher
At the beginning of this school year, my daughter’s teacher pulled me aside and asked if I’d read the child’s most recent explanatory letter/manifesto/airing of grievances. “It’s so good,” she said....
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What I Did on My Summer Vacation
I rejoiced when it ended. That’s what I did. But that’s what I’ve done every summer of my life. I can’t remember one where I didn’t want to return to a set routine, an idea of what to expect and when...
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This Blog’s Visit to India
That’s right. My blog went to India. I didn’t get to go, but my blog has spent the past four months taking dips in the Ganges, poaching Bengal tigers, taking guest spots in Bollywood extravaganzas,...
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A Decade
While I don’t remember the exact date (for once in my life), one of the days in the past week marked the tenth anniversary of my first blog, Poppymom.com. There are people who still call me Poppymom,...
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Brain Flu
Oh good. Another blogger’s here to write The Truth about Depression. I’m not unique in this, nor am I likely to say anything earth-shattering and view-changing, a la The Bloggess or Hyperbole and a...
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NaBloPoMo Minus One
I never start anything on time. I make rash, last-minute decisions. That’s why I’m unable to ever adequately plan for any month-long writing exercises, and why last night, about ten minutes before I...
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I Wrote the Book. Now What?
The next person who asks me why my Woody Guthrie book hasn’t been published yet is getting punched in the face. I spent April in Steelville, Missouri – the float trip capitol of the state. Not so I...
View ArticleFor Mothers Who Labor Too Long.
My cousin’s wife birthed a giant little boy today after many, many, many hours of labor. That’s their story to tell, not mine. I’ve told my story many times over, and replayed it in my head a lot in...
View ArticleLost (and Found) in the Supermarket
Because we sure do know how to party, B. and I spent his birthday in the western expanse of St. Louis County, because that’s where the only Lucky’s Market in the St. Louis area is located. I’m pretty...
View ArticleThoughts While Driving Four Hours Through the Ozarks
“Being There” is probably my favorite Wilco album. At least, today it is. The songs are ringing very true in the car, alone. Even the ones I usually skip because they’re sad. I have got to get on that...
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