Saturday, November 12, 2011

1. Hey, like the vacuum? 2. Oh have you seen the Mario character? the fat pink round one? 3. Were you named after the blind baseball player? 4. Is that your real name? are you sure? 5. There are never any key chains with your name on it, though they do have: Kermit, Kellin, Kinsey, and Kinglsey. But I've gotten over it. Really. But you would think, that after Hayden P. played a character named Kirby, the name would be legit. Just sayin'.

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Summer Day

Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean--
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down--
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is is you plan to do
With your one wild and precious life?

Mary Oliver

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

So when my parents come to visit, it gets pretty crazy around my sister Paigie's house. Nine little kids, under six, running around and crying, hitting each other and getting into the toilet, it makes for a pretty exciting/tiring night. Anyways, i thought I'd share with you all a night at the Williams/Griffith/Rench/Shaw household.

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Sand Bars

I remember that night
better than others.

Red flags had waved swimmers away
all day
and tides ripped
the waves.

Night fell
and the sea fell too;
white crests ghosting
reflecting back the night

The sand bar
stood between us and the sea;
and we played
in knee deep water.

We gulped the air
hungry for the salt;
far past our bed time
or any time.

we ran till we fell
face first.
water coming from our noses,
gagging for breath.

We stared at the ocean.
Tonight, it was ours
and the four of us
held hands
and marched on it.

To Granite Point and the East Coast Sea

my heart seeks the water,
the calm and the cool,
the murkiness of ponds
and the salty burn of the sea

the cliffs of Granite point
bearing up against the brush of the snake river

the Ocean City waters stretching
till the sky and sea become one
till the sun sets and
the darkness of both are consumed
with stars
and star reflections

and the tide rushes around my beach chair
and ghost crabs crawl around my feet

and I am alright
because You have promised
to never leave me.

Homemade ice cream

I’ve never known a time when I felt safer.
Small and holdable,
curled up the couch,
an after dinner nap that stretched until nine.

You wake me.
Not like you do before school
or on Saturdays
when I don't get up,
but gently,
brushing back the hair stuck to me
by Maryland humidity.

You hand me a mug
of your homemade mint ice cream.
And I smile up at this attention
drinking it in
with the spoon.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

San Francisco

So Dad had an NADA meeting in San Francisco and he took me, Momma, and beb. I don't think I have ever seen my Pop bike ride. He rented us bikes and the four of us took them over the Golden Gate Bridge into Sausalito (which is where I plan to retire to at fifty, live on a houseboat and rock away on the waves). We got to hear Condoleezza Rice speak at the convention and we also got to see her few protesters (so funny). By far one of the most fun vacations I've been on but a little weird too cause there were only two kids and I'm used to seven at least. Anyways, heres a some of the pictures. Notice the Full House house at the end :)