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





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





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
almost all love skis
and that’s enough for today
that, and fresh powder


some rough beginnings
can end in the perfect way
for a perfect day




Almost a year ago, we invited this boy home for Christmas because he was living in a youth shelter.
We brought him downtown to see this beautiful tree.
And what a year it has been. Challenging in more ways than we ever thought imaginable, and all of us adjusting to this new life of having a brother and a son in the midst of a pandemic.
Here we are, standing under these same lights. And aren’t they still beautiful?



my little artist
(not so little anymore)
always new designs


creating Christmas
from the tree to ornaments
all hand-made with love


hidden behind mask
is my sixteen-year-old girl
(her pandemic grin)

i hope to win her
with walks, drives, conversations
just like the old days

no snow day for us
but i ski between meetings
beating remote games

some glow before snow
our weekend wrapped in moments
without argument



fog dawn this morning
it won’t even really rain
just tears. and fires.

