Wednesday, April 28, 2021



No, I'm not getting married or pregnant or publishing my book. I got nothing as far as life-shattering events to share with you. I AM permanently moving, though, and will no longer be posting on the Blogspot platform. This blog will always be here, and I'll be visiting to use my sidebar links to others' beloved blogs and to update my reading lists, but I'll be writing on my Substack and not posting teasers here. Please subscribe if you'd like to read my stuff/drivel/tiny little mother mind™-- it's free and, I think, easy enough. I bat around the idea of ramping up the writing and maybe even asking for paid subscriptions eventually, but for right now, I'm all into the non-transactional thing.

I am grateful for each and every one of you.

Here's the link.

Tuesday, April 13, 2021

Hummingbirds and Curse Words

Let’s start with hummingbirds. That beauty has nested right outside of Sophie’s bedroom window. Eye level. I saw it hovering around the other evening and watched it land. I honestly couldn’t believe my eyes, but Carl took the photo. As a person who’s into signs and symbols, who’s superstitious and feels sometimes as if I could morph into my southern Italian grandmother, I’m wondering if it’s a sign. A sign of what? 

Same drill, different space. To read more, please visit and subscribe here.

Friday, April 9, 2021

Realm of Caring Magic Night


I took that screen shot the night before last as I sat watching and listening and weeping and smiling through Realm of Caring’s tribute fundraiser. It was the one-year anniversary of Charlotte Figi’s death — Charlotte of the eponymous Charlotte’s Web cannabis medicine. That mighty child and her mother Paige, along with Heather Barnes Jackson, the Stanley Brothers, Ray Mirzebegian and many, many others changed countless lives, saved countless lives, including our Sophie’s. As one of the original families to use Charlotte’s Web, we were asked to make a short video to include in the night’s online festivities. 

Read more here.

Monday, March 15, 2021

Two Stories



Tonight I made a beef stew. I poured a bit of oil into a heavy pot and waited for it to get hot. While I waited I put a bit of flour in a large bowl with some salt and pepper and then threw the beef cubes in and tossed them until they were well coated. When the oil was hot, I added the beef in two batches, watching the edges curl and the flour darken and the spatters of oil and fat fly out and land. I turned my back on the beef and chopped an onion into medium dice and then I minced four cloves of garlic. I pulled a tube of tomato paste out of the refrigerator and rolled it up like toothpaste until it squirted out the top. The beef was browned in two batches, removed and sitting on a plate, the oil in the pot the burnt bits of beef then more oil and the onions and the garlic and the tomato paste stirred all together until fragrant. 

Read the rest here.

Monday, March 8, 2021

Happy 26th Birthday, Sophie!


She was born on a cold New York City winter night and made me a mother. She has shaped me, taught me nearly everything of significance that I know, has never spoken a word, her eyes dark pools darkness and light a tree-lover a mermaid a powerful powerful woman.

Monday, March 1, 2021

Listicles (in lieu of writing)


I haven’t been in these parts for a good long time, and I’ve got nothing. I would say that I’d sort of hit a wall, but I think I hit it a while back and am on the other side in some strange, new and very weird world. I listened to a review of a new novel written by a Very Young Author who got her start or her fame via Yale and then some really good writing of listicles. Everyone loves a listicle. What is a listicle? Carl asked me while we were driving to Huntington Gardens last Friday afternoon. He’s been doing a lot of the driving — ok, all of the driving — what with My Eye Situation, and while I’ve always hated driving with all of ...

Read the rest at my Substack, please, dear Reader.

Tuesday, February 16, 2021

Planet Eyeball


[medical photo of an eyeball on a computer, green and orange with a fringe of eyelash]

My retinal specialist/surgeon took a picture of my healing eyeball yesterday when I went in for my two-week check-up. Those are my eyelashes and up to the left is where the retina tore and has been lasered.  I imagined writing something all deep and insightful about the eye, how I'm looking at me looking or the eye is not like a planet but, rather, planet, the planet, a globe of blood vessels, the macula, the retina, the optic nerve. No ableism here. Even if you can't see, you can see. 

Take a look.

Before I got my eye put out -- (336)
Emily Dickinson

Before I got my eye put out –
I liked as well to see
As other creatures, that have eyes –
And know no other way –

But were it told to me, Today,
That I might have the Sky
For mine, I tell you that my Heart
Would split, for size of me –

The Meadows – mine –
The Mountains – mine –
All Forests – Stintless stars –
As much of noon, as I could take –
Between my finite eyes –

The Motions of the Dipping Birds –
The Morning’s Amber Road –
For mine – to look at when I liked,
The news would strike me dead –

So safer – guess – with just my soul
Opon the window pane
Where other creatures put their eyes –
Incautious – of the Sun –

[medical photo of an eyeball on a computer, green and orange with a fringe of eyelash]


The eye is healing, and I am grateful for that. The “bubble” is slowly dropping and my two eyes are working better together, but I still can’t read very well from a book or even on the computer unless I hold things right up close to my right eyeball. I’ve probably not read fiction now for the longest period in my life. No kidding. It’s been a weird few weeks. I’m depressed and trying to rest. I meditate daily and depend on the two Marias to help me with Sophie. Ave Marias. Carl’s been a dream, dropping in the eye drops four times a day and coaxing me out on walks. My sons sent me a box of chocolate covered strawberries today for Valentine’s Day and a note that made me cry. They are, seriously, perfect in many ways. Sophie is good. The world is weird. 

Read the rest HERE.

Friday, February 5, 2021

Eye Can See All Obstacles In My Way


The good news is that I was in the hands of a very capable retinal specialist who was able to repair a tear in my retina yesterday morning. I don't have any restrictions in movement except for bending down or lifting weight over 20 pounds or exercising for a few weeks (the last being, as those who know me, music to my ears). I have a very gnarly left eye and feel vulnerable and disoriented. I feel as if I were on the other side of a ViewMaster, the tiny figure that is being looked at, clicked on, passed by. It’s also as if I were looking out at the world from inside an aquarium, the surface line of water sloshing across my eye, dark on the bottom, light at the top, shadows.

Read the rest on my Substack, if you'd like. 

Tuesday, February 2, 2021

Occhio, Oeil, Ojo, 眼, глаз, عين eye


Who among us — the myopics — knew that we walk around with elongated eyeballs whose vitreous can dissolve or liquefy, and in so doing pull down blood vessels to which it might be adhered or even tear at the retina itself causing a hemorrhage, a flooding of the eye cavity on the inside even while the eye on the outside is looking out the window, its host body sitting in the passenger seat of a car, headed to a nearby park to go on a hike on a beautiful Sunday afternoon? This is what happened to me, and while I am grateful that my retina is not detached, I must have surgery on Thursday morning to address any possible tears or rips. My capacity to learn new words never ceases to astonish me — or not “my capacity” but rather the capacity — retinal detachment, retinal specialist, vitreous, vitrectomy, vitreous humor gel, endolaser, gas-fluid exchange.

Read the rest here.

Tuesday, January 26, 2021

Apotropaic Devices: I Will LIft Up My Skirt


Tonight I watched a recording of a lecture titled "The Vulva's Pilgrimage: Understanding Medieval Genitalia Badges." I bought a ticket to hear this lecture from The London Drawing Group, so in lieu of listening live at some ungodly hour, I received the recorded version and watched it tonight after dinner. The pandemic has made possible a number of things for me, and, no, I'm not going mad. While I've begun a number of crafts and even dabbled in art for the first time in my life, I'm not yet casting vulvas. Yet might be an operative word there. 

Continue reading here.

Thursday, January 14, 2021

Shower Blur

I’ve sat down about twenty times this past week, intent on writing something anything but then I just don’t. What is there to say? Why say it? The word meaningless comes to mind or less meaning and I think of coded language.

The rest is on Substack. 

Here you go.


Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...