Family Law

A Poem:

Spring is like a perhaps hand
(which comes carefully
out of Nowhere)arranging
a window,into which people look(while
people stare
arranging and changing placing
carefully there a strange
thing and a known thing here)and

changing everything carefully

spring is like a perhaps
Hand in a window
(carefully to
and from moving New and
Old things,while
people stare carefully
moving a perhaps
fraction of flower here placing
an inch of air there)and

without breaking anything.

e.e.cummings

A great essay

And a picture (can you see us?)

Happy Day After Earth Day!

I was about half way through class this morning when I felt something rough on my sleeve. I looked down and it was a giant smear of food. It was gross. And upon further inspection, though the largest, it was certainly not the only splotch. There were bits on my other sleeve and across the front. It looked like I got sneezed upon by a baby who was half way through eating a banana (which is very well what may have happened).

I guess this is what you get when you get dressed at 6:30 am after wrangling half the night with angry baby who will only, finally, go back to sleep lying sideways in your bed where she can periodically kick you in the face.

After class I washed the largest, most offensive splotch off my sleeve in the men's room sink. I love my glamorous life!