by Jennifer | Jun 3, 2020 | poems, reflections
As the daughter of an Asian father and a German–American mother, I can’t pretend to understand what it’s like to be a black adult in the U.S. today, to live with the possibility of being presumed guilty until proven innocent, or to instruct my teenage sons...
by Jennifer | May 4, 2020 | a mom's life, poems
I wrote this poem five years ago and reworked it recently. Now, of course, we all know that four weeks is nothing. It’s not even half the time we’ve been social distancing. So take this poem with a grain of salt. I didn’t know any better. Four weeks...
by Jennifer | May 2, 2020 | a mom's life, education, poems
She sits at the kitchen table dutifully diagramming sentences inscrutable indirect objects and those pesky prepositions (or are they adverbs?) But I am diagramming the way the light glints in her hair as she carefully shapes cursive,brow furrowedbut eyes darting...
by Jennifer | Nov 20, 2016 | poems
Yesterday as we drove to soccerThe trees waved their lovely limbsEnrobed in the muted colors of late fall.Today as we came down the roadThe trees shivered, their arms naked.
by Jennifer | Jan 23, 2016 | 31 days of creativity, marriage, pain, poems
Are you going to be healthy now? he asked me How can a girl answer a question with so many longings tied up in it The old “normal” Peace Wholeness Rest not tinged with worry Togetherness with no deadline Yes, I smiled, a little too...
by Jennifer | Jan 20, 2016 | 31 days of creativity, dates, marriage, poems
The romantic comedy always ends when the couple finally gets together. But anyone who’s been married for even a month knows those fledgling days aren’t a true harbinger of what’s to come. When we were first married, the stark contrast between the...
