Mamacita says: I can remember being really little, and I can remember my parents playing with me. (Those are my parents; aren’t they pretty?) They played with me whenever they could, but it wasn’t very often. I can remember Mom … Continue reading
Mamacita says: It’s that time again. That’s right; it’s finals week. Oh wait, that wasn’t what I meant to say. It’s that time again. The morel mushrooms are here. My husband still speaks wistfully of the day he and the … Continue reading
Oh, I know, I know; this list is everywhere and you’ve all seen it a zillion times. Well, make that a zillion and one. For some reason, it just hit me in a good place today. == Rules Kids Won’t … Continue reading
Elizabeth Bishop Sonnet I am in need of music that would flow Over my fretful, feeling finger-tips, Over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips, With melody, deep, clear, and liquid-slow. Oh, for the healing swaying, old and low, Of some song sung … Continue reading
Mamacita says: Beethoven and Rodin would never make it in an American public school these days. Neither would Lincoln, or Clara Barton, or Thomas Jefferson. Nor Einstein. Or Edison. Administrators have forgotten that ultimately, our culture will be judged on … Continue reading
Mamacita says: I could not find a picture of Sara Henderson Hay; every time I thought I’d found one, it turned out to be a bogus site that threatened to shut down my computer. I like Hay’s poems, but apparently … Continue reading