At the beginning of my parenting experience, I said “no” often. The noise and the mess was a lot to handle. Not to mention the plain issue of just keeping track of where all the little live bodies were in…
Outside
My god what is that burning orb!
Beautiful Writing: Decadence by Kelly Letky
by Elizabeth Howard •
Here’s a post today from a writer and poet that I love, Kelly Letky, also known as “Mrs. Mediocrity” and “The Blue Muse.” This poem is called “Decadence.” (click to read it) Kelly posts her poetry with original photography. This…
In Chaos, Loving Kindness Endures
by Elizabeth Howard •
Trying to come up with a single small kindness to write about today for Fiona’s blogsplash has been one of the more difficult writing assignments I have been given in a while. Some of you know me, and so know…
You Are Doing It All Wrong
by Elizabeth Howard •
“You are doing it all wrong.” I go through distinct phases of my week/day/life when I can clearly hear myself telling this to myself. It might not matter exactly what I am doing — anything really from cleaning the house…
Sometimes it Takes Awhile
by Elizabeth Howard •
The summer the kids and Colin and I went to Maine, we were not right in the head. That is to say, life was a little askew for all of us. It was good for us that August to pile…
A Patriot in the Garden
by Elizabeth Howard •
You know all that flag-waving, “true-American” rhetoric we hear from the Rush Limbaugh conservatives? I was thinking about that today, as I was pondering getting our organic garden ready to spring planting. It’s Ok. I know I am preaching to…
We Interrupt this Life for a Meltdown
by Elizabeth Howard •
Have you ever been puttering along a normal sort of way, and then suddenly, without warning, found yourself in a big wet, messy heap? Once when I lived in London, I drank a bit too much at the after-hours while…
What an Orchid Eats
by Elizabeth Howard •
The orchid and its splitting leaves Sat drying out on the Tank of our toilet for a Year, uncomplaining about The noise, and the sheetrock dust, but, Most of all, The proximity to the Water it desired but could not…
The End of Summer
by Elizabeth Howard •
August retreats. It hands us back the year. Summer isn’t truth, but it is (as Harris Telemacher recites) “What we wish were true.” So many of us Shove out this Season of perspiration, lazily Forgetting how it Slows us Beguiles…
This Orchid and I
by Elizabeth Howard •
… we don’t know Anything about each other. Curving leaves Hidden roots One long dead Stem. How much Attention Does she need? Day 25, A River of Stones
On a Hot Day
by Elizabeth Howard •
hose crawls through the holly bush coughing hot leftovers into a blue backyard lagoon Day 19, July, A River of Stones
The Wall
by Elizabeth Howard •
This heat has No name at all until You remind yourself He. Is. There. Exit the climate-controlled Iceblock Bedroom Only to hit The Wall. Day 11, A River of Stones
Back of My Hand
by Elizabeth Howard •
I-74Across the Mississippi–That Familiar vein throughMy life I Cross this morning east.Your still flatness hides Lonely strongCurrentsPulling me back. Day 9, A River of Stones
Iowa Storm
by Elizabeth Howard •
Into the northwest On a thick summer Evening come Leaden skies Like a bad dream. Day 5, The River of Stones.
Sunset Pinks…
by Elizabeth Howard •
… layered and wilting into golden reds– You put Disney Princess blush To shame