February 2011
16 posts
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January 2011
11 posts
walk with me
I got a text message from Matthew on Friday afternoon that read:
Tomorrow can we go for a nice walk downtown? Like we used to.
Yes.
Living in Charleston, as I’m sure it is anywhere, my wonderment and love of this city—my relationship with it—comes and goes. Perhaps, living by the sea, it’s a tidal thing.
Matthew and I are both admittedly mountain-people, and long for sharper seasons...
school
I teach high school English at a private school in Charleston, SC.
It’s a private school, probably not like you’re thinking with crested blazers and sweaters tied around shoulders.
But the other stuff you’re thinking about like kids driving cars I’ll never be able to afford, parents vacationing in Greece, teaching famous comic actor’s children….yeah,...
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WatchI needed this today. And, on a day like this, after losing a student, I know I’m not the only one.
We need to be vulnerable. We need to love, we need to face it ALL head-on, and we must teach those we’re entrusted with to do the same.
Oh, and how difficult that is.
first poet
Tiny, credit-card-height Bables:
Tonight you heard Billy Collins read poetry. I guess you can’t technically hear yet, but I listened for both of us, and I’m sure you felt my laughter—he’s a funny one, that Mr. Collins.
So. Not yet three months created and you’ve been fed too many sweets (why do you want plain doughnuts and gummi Lifesavers? I still try to feed you milk and vegetables too) and...
WatchWe told both of our parents about our little bables by giving them a bag with their (already chosen by previous grandchildren) grandparent names on them saying, “That’s it! I’m going to _______ and _______’s house.” Then Matthew photoshopped a picture of our heads onto a pair of babies and it said “Are you ready for this?” My dad wanted to throw it away instantly saying, “that’s the scariest...
WatchWhen my mom found out that my brother and sister-in-law were going to have their first baby, she let out this guttural, primal cry (there was nothing squealy about it), and teleported from one side of the couch to the other. That reaction is now family legend.
And though there’s no real teleporting here, when my mom looks up at me and asks, “Are you pregnant?” I felt like I was about 16 years...
tiny update
Hello, secret readers (all one of you…how did you even find this blog, Miss Rita?)!
So I’m getting closer to the end of my first trimester. It’s a strange thing that a word like “trimester” has entered my life, but there it is. I had another ultrasound last week, which was great because I’d been telling Matthew for awhile that I didn’t think I was really pregnant. Now, most people think that...
shhh...
shhh…
So this posting here seems silly, because nobody knows we’re having a baby yet. But we are! I mean, I am. Having a baby. In August. Mister has to put up with a lot, but I’ll be the one. Having it. The baby.
A squirming, gooey, crying baby out of my own body. What??!
And by “nobody” knowing I mean that my immediate family, and Matthew’s immediate family (including aunts,...
