Writing on Mother’s Day

The runner bean I planted at dusk formed tight coils of vine by morning, green circles grasping a nearby pole like a newborn’s firm-handed grip. A parent’s sturdy arm says “I am here to help you grow. Reach around me, and follow me up. This way, this way.” In time, the bean plant grows and […]

Turtles at the Convention Center

I. No one will have  ever so thoroughly studied the ugly carpet.  They are unimpressed by  the automatic projector screen,  a hundred pitchers of iced tea. They see the failing of so many rows of chairs all facing the same direction. I worry for them, stunned by cold in unfamiliar waters,  Where do we swim […]

For the grandmother teaching children how to plant seeds in the community garden

“Just a little bit, they onlyneed to go down an inch,make a small hole, use your pinkie, put the seeds in,gently, gently.” Elders pass on practice with invocation of earth under fingernails              It doesn’t matter so much if the rows are straight               so long as we remember ourselves. We can spend a day like this, or […]