Monthly Archives: February 2002

Today is Jackson’s eight-month birthday so I thought I’d burn him a CD of his favorite sides. He seems to like Pink, parts of the O, Brother Where Art Thou? soundtrack, and the Beatles (especially “Across the Universe”). He’s a … Continue reading →

You know, I don’t want to be a spoiled brat, but this dishes-and-laundry thing gets old some days. Today I arranged Jack’s polo shirts by color in the order of the visible spectrum. Lance Armstrong was in town last week, … Continue reading →

Last night it was sesame-encrusted salmon on a bed of basmati rice, surrounded by pickled red cabbage in sesame oil, and the whole thing was drizzled with bright green wasabi-sake sauce. That was good, but two nights ago he stuffed … Continue reading →

I was cleaning house, after a tearful episode with Jack in which he asked me point blank how I could spend so much time on the Internet surrounded by piles of newspapers and dirty clothes and cat litter and yada … Continue reading →

The morning after Valentine’s Day I was changing Jackson’s diaper and I started having chest pains. I got into bed to nurse him and the pain didn’t go away, it just felt like the muscles around my heart were squeezing … Continue reading →

Which is why poetry comes in handy. This is by Mark Strand. Eating Poetry Ink runs from the corners of my mouth. There is no happiness like mine. I have been eating poetry. The librarian does not believe what she … Continue reading →

Yes, I am wearing red underwear.

Jack: Do you want to watch Howard’s End? Me: Howard Zinn? Jack: Yeah. Me: There’s a movie of him? Jack: Yeah — we bought it last year, remember? Me: No. Jack: We bought it in Palm Springs at that used … Continue reading →

Me, having made a cappuccino with half-and-half instead of regular milk: “Look at all that foam! Holy cow!” Jackson, hanging quietly in his Johnny Jump-up: (blank look) Me, doing a Foghorn Leghorn impression: “Why, I made a funny! That’s a … Continue reading →

My mom was born in Chisholm, Minnesota, in 1925, the second-oldest girl in a family of seven children, three girls and four boys. Her father worked on building the Eisenhower Tunnel through the Continental Divide in Colorado, and her mother … Continue reading →