What Is a Meadow For?

What Is a Meadow For?

For a long time, I’ve been considering how to use the idea of ventriloquism in my work. When I write with others, there is somebody throwing their voice. Unfortunately, this means somebody has to be the dummy, and that’s probably going to be me. When I learned that...
Bimpy’s Social History

Bimpy’s Social History

One of my jobs these days is to take my father-in-law, known as “Bimpy” to his grandchildren, to his doctor visits. Bimpy is 85 years old and lives alone, having been widowed for 14 years. Over the past couple years Bimpy has suffered two serious falls leading to...
National Poetry Month, No Joking

National Poetry Month, No Joking

I have been a poet since I was 9 years old. (Yes, I have a copy of my first poem. No, you can’t read it.) On the first day of 5th grade (and probably 6th, and likely 7th) when we went around in a circle giving our name and the name of a thing that we liked that...
Open-Hearted Surgery

Open-Hearted Surgery

My vulnerability is my greatest gift. As I kid, I was considered “sensitive,” as in “too sensitive,” as in “Don’t be so sensitive; I was only teasing.” I hate teasing. I’m really not very good at taking it, though I’m okay at dishing it out, except when I get to that...
The Wisdom of the Father

The Wisdom of the Father

I used to call Dad “our father who art 10 paces behind us.” Once I asked him if he had to run “that way.” His speech was always slow and deliberate; he never seemed to get excited, even in anger, though he laughed and showed joy without holding...