parenting problems
don’t end when the kids grow up
(they can still break you)
parenting problems
don’t end when the kids grow up
(they can still break you)
Berthoud Pass driving
sisters learn two years apart
same day, different face


a cold winter walk
along the Colorado
right where it begins

a hot springs retreat
to strip the cold off our skins,
bring heat to our bones

a cold, windy morn
finding our legs on the ice
that waits for winter

rolled in this meringue:
apples, mascarpone cream,
burnt honey. ’20.

baked in this Roulade:
my student’s home-raised hen eggs
ready to be whipped


folded in this bake:
some precious moments of peace
so hard sought, well earned

masked in this meringue:
a year of bittersweet loss
melted into joy

White Elephant win
with every Bingo chiste
bringing laughter, joy




a solstice sunrise
followed by a Christmas star
800 years lit


the lights connect us
we live under the same skies
we live here. on Earth.

they’re all grown up now
even their cookies have grown
in their perfection





he’s no idea
what he’s got himself into
with these crazy girls

cookies are cookies.
we will cut, bake, decorate.
’cause it’s what we do.

arms, metal, ginger:
what is a holiday scent?
molasses. that’s it.

and soft-spun sugar
ready to perfect Christmas
with gingerbread sweets.

ice-cold Tuesday night
(ice skating on a weeknight?)
icing on the cake

we must stay outside
we must wear masks, be cautious
we must learn to live

all out of the house?
all the teens out together?
all the miracles
the boy taught himself
the boy had never skated
my boy taught himself