What My Daughter Doesn’t Know

My daughter didn’t know Trump’s name until the night before the election. She’s only three. I was hoping the big decision would send him off into the sunset with his TV channel and I could hit the mute on him — and that my daughter would eventually learn about him as part of a history …

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The Daily Juggle

The other day a friend asked me how the writing’s going. I haven’t written her back yet, but I did write a new poem. Ha. So, I guess it’s going. Usually in odd ways, at odd hours. I fell asleep at my computer at 9 o’clock last night, but I stayed up after the baby’s 3:45 …

Writing for Two

I haven't posted here in a while, but I've got a good excuse — this little bug! She's sleeping soundly beside me at the moment, so I'm typing with two hands for the first time in weeks. It turns out that the singlehanded hunt-and-peck-and-backspace-and-rehunt-and-repeck method doesn't work for much beyond composing a few short journal …