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| painting by Zoe Tilton |
January 9, 2026
Happy Birthday, Charlie.
Happy Birthday, Mr. Spicer.
Seems to have been a good day to be born, or at least that good people were born today.
So this is Zoe's painting that she had made into cards this year. I think it is a fascinating study of a simple activity. It's modern and Renaissance and male and female and edgy but not. I can't wait to talk about it with her.
Bye-bye sweet car. Thank you for being my office for the past five years. You served me well. Not only were you gifted to me by my lovely and loved niece, but you kept going no matter what, until the end, when it was important for you to be allowed to go gracefully. Thank you, Sarah, thank you car, thank you, last 5 years. I'm feeling some mourning around this, although I am aware that there is a lot to mourn at the moment.
poetry escapes me
and bitterness makes
a bid for my heart
so for a second here
i mistake numbness for
remember a mother died
today trying to be
in the way
of great wrong
instead it swept her under
i have no room for numb
i won't be struck dumb
or surrender a crumb
of our nation's dignity
to despots with guns
even if i die for staying
awake
and resisting
Dina Stander.
By 8:30 this morning I had read several poems in response to the killing of Renee Nicole Good. My own poet's need to respond is great, but not coming quickly. Others, some of my favorites like Dina and Maria Williams, had posted by this morning, proving the power of the poem to bring us close to the facts and the emotions elicited by horrible events.
My week has been a series of great positives, warmth, love and this overwhelming fear and disgust at the way this country is taking shape. My feelings of "I just don't get it" have turned to "how do we stop them now."
I have Annie's car in my driveway tonight and tomorrow I will go look at my beautiful Rookery. According to Y pals who live in that neighborhood it was beautiful but deadly this morning, so I'm glad I didn't go to face the ice.
My big brother fell on ice today, I'm waiting to hear how he's doing. Paulie, I love you.
Maybe I can get some photos taken tomorrow. Maybe this sense of wanting to curl up in a ball and cry will go away. Know that I am aware of all the graciousness that has been given to me. I really am so blessed.
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