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What I've Been Into - Autumn 2014

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Hi all, First, I hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving. It's my favorite holiday: gratitude, good food, and family. I hope you spent it with those you care about most. This fall has given me a lot to be thankful for. My darling boy is just a few months away from turning two years old, and th is autumn ha s been so f ull of his mind lat ching onto every thing and finding ways to communicate that it's been , well, magical. How does a child just sudden ly string a six -word sentence together? And his personality , this mini-man, who is forming in front of me? Tonight he was all about "running hugs, " the kind where he takes off from across the room and propel s himself into my arms, all while laughing his little boy laugh. Which is loud. Which is music. Amen. Wo rk has also been incredibly fulfilling. I love my li fe as a mother. But I also look forward to doing what I do inside of my classroom . I find such satisfaction i n sharing liter ature with kids who wa

Leaves Are Falling In the Forest

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Resilience: On Working and Mothering

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We have been having conversations lately, my son and I. Last night while I was putting on his pajamas, it was about the man on the road walking his dog. A week ago it was about porcupines, and how, for him, they have somehow come to mean "ouch." This afternoon, we looked at the leaves. They were so red--this one line of maples--and when I said, "Aren't they beautiful, El, all bright like that?" he said yes. "Yesss," he said, drawing out the sibilance, nodding his head. He looked up at me. He was wearing a winter hat. He was holding my hand. His father and I worry sometimes about him. More accurately, we worry about my leaving in the morning, followed by G's leaving from the daycare door, followed many several hours later with one of us returning, sometimes both (but often not before he's in bed), and how he interprets our comings and goings, how he feels about the drive away from home, if there is a part of him, come 3:30, 4:00 in the aft

Gossips

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These are the colors that flood the ears with whispers and rumors of rain

Ways to Say Autumn

in Latin:   autumnus n French:   automne in Italian:   autunno in Spanish:   otoño in Portuguese:   outono in Arabic:   خريف in Lakota:   ptaŋyétu in Cebuano:   t ingdagdag in Somali:   d eyr in Greek:   φθινόπωρο in Chechan:   g üire in Thai:   ฤดูใบไม้ร่วง in Persian:   پاييز  in Czech:   podzim in Finnish:   syksy in Japanese:   秋 in Chinese:   秋天 in Danish:   efterår in Dutch:   herfst in low German:   h arvst in Old English:   hærfest in Icelandic:   haust Or, in Me: haystacks gravel-road drives dark earth and morning dried herbs acorns bonfires wild rice yelloworangeredbrown tractors and harvest time pomegranates warm cheese corners of swirling leaves dawn fog pumpkins auburn skies I see you,  you see me thinner trees cheers from fields on Friday nights warm soup hearty bread frost moon all golden, so high

Shepard's Hill Farm, Montgomery, Minnesota

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What I've Been Into - Summer 2014

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Hi all, Well, I'd say summer is almost over, but the truth is summer has been in the rearview for me for over two weeks already. My new set of students filled up my new campus on Monday, and brought with them the very tangible feeling of fall. Make no mistake: it was still hot outside. But school is scholarly and high hopes and eager nerves and very much what's next . I am dog tired. And can hardly sleep for the thirty-two things on my to-do list. But also: how many folks can say they get this--this influx of life  every autumn? Besides the kids and the content and the fact that, you know, I get to talk about books and words for a living, I am so grateful for the way the school calendar is cyclical, for the way even when it's harvest time, for me the world feels new. That said: summer was wonderful. WONDERFUL. So much time outside with my dear boy. There are ridiculous tan lines on my feet from my sandals, and this fact makes me grin, because the last time I had lines l

Butterfly Garden at the Minnesota Zoo

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  I've spent a good amount of time pointing out and exclaiming over ants, worms, beetles, spiders, and other small insect creatures this summer, so forgive me if I sometimes get completely taken in by the grace of these airy dancers. My boy calls them simply "butter." And, yes. But also, can we just pause a moment and consider how incredible it is that anything at all can flap its bits of wings and fly?

The Sound of Water

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Ten years ago I drove down Highway 43 at dusk, watching the sun melt into a haze of orange over Deep Lake, and with one particular song that seemed to evaporate into the heavy air on repeat, I pulled my car into his parent's driveway. He was home from California, and in that moment, shooting baskets with his brother and two friends under the garage light and an assemblage of summer-drunk bugs. He wore a yellow shirt, thin and wide on his shoulders. When his gaze met mine through the windshield glass--that smile, that shirt, that sun, those bugs, the rest of our lives: there they were. What I remember of that summer was like that look: heady. Anyone who has not just walked toward love but fallen off the dock into the black midnight waters of it will know what I mean. You do not know you can talk that long, grin that big, stare that uninterruptedly, kiss that hard, laugh that loud, dream that vividly, hope that unapologetically until suddenly you are doing all of those things, unti

Looking Up

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Instead of forests, this summer we are Big Sky and pointed fingers. (And it feels fine.)

I Built My House Near Where Others Dwell

I built my house near where others dwell, And yet there is no clamor of carriages and horses. You ask of me "how can this be so?" "When the heart is far the place of itself is distant." I pluck chrysanthemums under the eastern hedge, And gaze afar towards the southern mountains. The mountain air is fine at evening of the day And flying birds return together homewards. Within these things there is a hint of Truth, But when I start to tell it, I cannot find the words. -- By T'ao Ch'ien, translated by William Acker

"Seven" at Literary Mama

I'm well aware that not everyone has the benefit of having an active father in their lives, so this weekend, I'm going to try extra hard to be grateful first for my son's papa, who wrestles with El on the ground in a way that's all testosterone and gleeful abandon, and second for my own dad, who taught me, among other things, about the joys of being out-of-doors. I have an essay about him up at Literary Mama , right in time for Father's Day. It starts like this: You were never much of a hunter. Pheasants, yes. Squirrels and chipmunks, I suppose, when you were younger. But you never came home from a weekend away with a buck in the bed of your truck, because you never had much interest in deer season and you owned a sedan. I imagine some people from other places can hardly conceive of a Midwestern man without a shotgun over his mantle, a closet full of blaze-orange jackets, a copy of Field and Stream next to the john. And yet when I think of you, I do see an outdoo

What I've Been Into - Spring 2014

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Hello everyone, hello! Spring has finally and fully arrived in Minnesota, and we are all a bit crazy over it. Fling open those windows! Let it all grow! May everything just multiply.  The grass is so green and so high lawn mowers break down from the abundance. I usually say autumn is my favorite time of year, but this season? This parentheses in my life when my little boy is experiencing THE WORLD up close for the first time? There is magic in the air, people, and living a wild and precious life seems quite possible. Hallelujah. Although these past three months have been full of many things, both unsettling and celebratory, the biggest change has been my resignation from my current school district and my acceptance of a new teaching position in Minneapolis. I am thrilled about joining my new school, meeting a new set of smart and inspiring colleagues, and learning with a new crop of young ones, but it is a bittersweet move. I have been at my current school for the past decade; it wa