Friday, September 27, 2013
Inside the Book.
There's something special
about reading your friends' favorite books--
just because they're their favorites.
When you're reading,
you're not alone:
They're there inside the book with you.
It's like comparing apples and peaches.
It's Fall, guys.
I'd done my ritual,
I'd officially accepted it.
Coat, socks, rain.
But last night at
there was a big ugly empty spot
where the yellow peaches
were supposed to be.
Genevieve asked them to check.
And the handsome clerk came back and said,
That was the last of them."
It felt like a sentence of death.
I got tears in my eyes.
I don't know what my deal is.
This is the twenty-third time
that this earth has shed summer
and put on autumn
since I got here.
But this time I'm taking it hard.
There's beauty to it, of course.
I feel like I can see God
in the snow on the mountaintops,
in the inexorable change of the seasons.
And even though they didn't have peaches,
Sprouts had pallets and pallets
of honeycrisp apples.
When I got home,
I hugged my bag of apples
and smelled them
and cried again.
Sunday, September 22, 2013
The Last Rose of Summer.
Today is the equinox,
the first day of autumn.
From now on,
there will be no more fresh peaches,
no more sandal tan lines
on the tops of my feet,
no more mosquito bites
on the back of my legs
from lingering in the warm dusk.
For a few weeks it's been coming,
but I couldn't let summer
"go gentle into that good night."
Now, though, the alignment of the planets
has forced me to accept it.
So last night,
Genevieve and I created our own ritual
to bid farewell to summer.
I can accept these things better
when there's a formal
changing of the guard.
We put on long floral dresses
and walked the stream path at night,
gathering flowers and plants,
and weaving them into wreaths.
and the last roses of summer.
We sang hymns about nature,
and quoted poems and scriptures:
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leafs a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
I woke up and it was autumn.
I was glad to see that it was raining.
I put on boots
and listened to the appropriate movement
and ate oatmeal for breakfast.
Until next year.
Saturday, September 21, 2013
I'd like to spend an hour or two with you.
(I know I'm idealistic,
but bear with me.)
This is how I view dates:
A boy calls you up
I'd like to spend an hour or two with you--
I've been wanting some dedicated time
to appreciate everything about you
And you say,
"Yes! I'd love that.
I'd love the chance
to appreciate everything about
A date isn't necessarily about
being in love,
but it is about love.
The real kind.
I don't have a good experience
if I spend the whole time asking myself
Am I having fun?
Does he think I'm funny?
Am I proud to be seen with him?
But if I notice
his laugh next to me in the movie theater,
his hand gestures while he drives,
the reverent way he says my name,
the glimmer when he talks about the things he loves,
I have a better time.
I like when
an hour or two of
doing some activity or another
becomes a holy experience,
because I get to bask in the grandeur
of another human being.
you get a call out of the blue
from a boy who is very easy to appreciate.
And then the smile on your face
when you tell him yes
is real and unsuppressible,
because you know that an evening appreciating him
is going to be a delight.
And that is the best.
Wednesday, September 18, 2013
There's a certain slant of light.
My favorite time of day
is when the sun is about to set,
and the slant of light
on the mountains.
And then they are lit up golden brown
and every crack
draws its own long shadows
on the glowing rock face.
Monday, September 16, 2013
I think sandals should be worn
until you're going to get frostbite
walking from the curb to the door.
Today, I was shortsighted enough
to wear socks & boots
it was raining when I left the house.
Thirty minutes later,
it had cleared up
and warmed up.
And I was the loser
who had to wear socks
Sunday, September 15, 2013
God Grew Tired of Us.
This week at International Cinema,
God Grew Tired of Us
a documentary about Sudanese refugees
and their new life in America.
It was made in this century,
but these boys coming to the U.S.
had never even used electricity.
They had fled as children
and grown into men
And it made me wonder,
which is worse?
Staying in a refugee camp
with your friends and brethren,
with little to eat
and not much prospect of a future?
Or coming to the U.S.
and working long hours
at thankless jobs
and spending precious little time each day
with the people you love?
I don't think
there's an easy answer for that.
Saturday, September 14, 2013
Donna Reed was not a cannibal.
Ian, what part of Grantsville did you grow up in?
Do you know where the Donna Reed museum is?
museum in Grantsville?
I don't know.
(Still cracking up so hard.)
(Giving me funny looks.)
Wait, who's Donna Reed?
She was an actress in the fifties.
Nolan & Ian:
Not Donna Reed!
We were wondering why you were laughing so hard.
that's not quite as funny,
Friday, September 13, 2013
The main thing I'm looking for
in a man
is a last name
that I can make a good pun with
for the title
of our newlywed blog.
Tuesday, September 10, 2013
I was sitting in the UVU Writing Center,
and all at once I noticed
that in front of me,
a shaggy boy was reciting
original slam poetry
to two obliging listeners,
and next to me,
a ESL tutor and two students
were conversing on light topics
in pleasant, polite broken English.
It was the most absurd combination.
And I sat and laughed
because life is nonsense.
's nonsensical poem
and what he wore to perform it.
One day I want to have a cultural pageant
and dress up like this
and recite it.)
Sunday, September 8, 2013
As part of my post-grad education,
I've decided to try and attend
It was beautiful.
A silent movie
about silent movies,
made in 2011.
The form was perfect
for looking at the interaction
of speaking and silence.
I liked how hard I had to concentrate on it.
Turns out this nearly century old art form,
tossed aside so quickly to make way for "talkies,"
is powerful enough
to keep us from multitasking
while we watch it.
No Goats, No Glory.
Yesterday was my first state fair.
Thanks to Utah
for being a state
and for letting me come.
We watched the sheep judging
and a lumberjack competition.
We looked at cows and swine and rabbits
This is me at the county fair last year.
There was a big sign that said
And I realized how much I
They're right up there with quails.
The best part was the creative arts
seeing the woodwork
and little Christmas decorations
that people had made.
Some of the stuff
honestly looked so strange,
was so small and homely.
And I shed a tear,
thinking of the earnest people
who spent hours making these things
and cared about them enough
to enter them in the fair.
It was a great display
of American tradition
and of the human spirit.
Friday, September 6, 2013
Walking in the Same Direction.
you're walking down the hall at school
and you see someone you know
coming the other way.
1. You ignore them.
2. You try to say hi,
but they don't hear you.
3. You both say hi
and keep walking.
4. You both stop and talk.
Oh blessed number five.
You see each other and say hi
but the other person does an about face
and walks in the opposite direction
so they can talk to you.
How humble of them,
to not be deterred by the fact
that you weren't going to stop.
There's nothing like that
to make you feel like
Monday, September 2, 2013
If you read the things I write,
you'll know that I love history.
I love to think about people of the past
and what they did to make sense of their lives.
I like to see how similar we are,
and to remember how the things I have
are because of what they did.
Today is Labor Day,
a holiday I've never really thought about before.
But picture those gritty, dirty factory workers,
beat down from laboring around the clock.
This was the land of promise,
and America wasn't delivering,
as it sometimes doesn't.
So they fought back,
with that ironclad strength
that rises up through weariness.
They formed unions
and went on strike,
"I will not stand for this."
And people listened.
A hundred years later,
I spent my childhood watching television,
not languishing in soot.
Once a year,
I get a day off just because of what they did.
And I will never live through
what they lived through,
because they bore the burden of that
But I can listen to their songs
and think about them singin 'em.
In the heart of the fight,
this kind of thing must have made them feel strong.
Sunday, September 1, 2013
What is my reason for being happy today?
We have a quote on the back of our front door.
What is my reason for being happy today?
Sometimes I see that and hate it.
Sometimes I don't.
Here's what made me happiest today:
1. The print of my new skirt,
and the fact that I got to stare at it
every time I sat down.
It is seriously so beautiful
it makes me want to weep.
This is it.
2. Turkey Hill ice cream,
imported straight from Lancaster County, Pennsylvania,
was on sale at Smith's yesterday!
Who knew that was even possible?
I bought Fudge Ripple,
and it tastes exactly like my childhood.
3. Meeting a girl who just did an internship
at the Ronald Reagan Presidential Library,
and whose dream is to work at the Nixon library.
New best friend?
One who feels like my little sister,
one who is
good at reading
Lord of the Rings
one who I just met and love,
one who knows the songs of my heart.
And old roommates
who are still part of the family.
And friends who come over
5. Let's be honest,
Jesus Christ is my reason for being happy