I want to say something about poetry and writing and motherhood. I want to write about the Poetry Slam I was able to be a part of where women from all over shared their poems about balloons and cakes, Eve, walking, giving birth, hair loss, child loss, the mountains, the city, water, fractured marriages, faith, doubt. They shared sonnets, free… View Post

We are at the girls’ piano recital, on a late Sunday afternoon that both hints at rain but changes its mind and sun shimmers itself through the maples and onto our knees, before changing its mind again. It is difficult to tell which shift to settle into. Each student plays a couple of pieces, and when it’s Hadley’s turn, the… View Post

Hadley has made the decision to become confirmed, and here is what I said at her confirmation: This is our daughter, Hadley Grace. Her first name comes from Mr. Arthur Radley, otherwise known as “Boo” Radley, from Harper Lee’s To Kill A Mockingbird, and her middle name comes from my mom, Grace Ayanoglou Lewis. I suppose knowing Radley’s story gives us… View Post

Two ducks waddled across our front yard the other day. Hadley and I both saw them, though Hadley saw them first and called me over and we pressed our foreheads to the window in the living room and watched them – the female stopped and looked around – at the hydrangeas, at the oak tree, at the divots in our… View Post

Here we are at the end of March, and I’m one quarter of the way through my goal of reading all things William Shakespeare in 2021. Some observations: Titus Andronicus is the most horrifying, gruesome story I have ever read in my life. I’ve no need to see this play because what I’ve read has left images in my head… View Post