(At the beginning of 2013, I decided it might be interesting to create a poem where each line is the first line of each book I read during the course of 2013.)
I am the head cookie bitch and this is
my party.
From the moments babies are born,these
tiny human beings start communicating with the world around them.
The motto “breakfast is the most
important meal of the day” is one lesson you likely learn at a very
young age.
I thought it would be easy.
I was still bleeding...my hands
shaking.
I want to get one thing straight from
the start: I am not a natural-born jock.
I certainly didn't realize how easy it
was to calm crying babies when I began my pediatric studies in the
1970s.
You're invited to a marvelous soiree, a
wellness revolution to be exact.
School's out fo-evah!
This is where we live.
Prelude to a ballad.
Taking the plunge and quitting your job
is a scary step.
When I was a little girl, I lived in an
apartment house in New York City, with Mama and Papa and my little
brother Harry.
When I was pregnant with my first
child, I had absolutely no idea what to expect.
This might as well come out up front,
first paragraph.
In the early 1900s,Maria
Montessori,practicing physician, and professor of anthropology at the
University of Rome,presented a startling idea to the academic world.
Off with their – legs.
Whether your child is an infant or a
toddler, performing puppet shows at preschool or using your belly as
a trampoline, we know how hard it can be to pry your eyes off your
little one.
When the Jews came out of Egypt, that
was enough to make us happy.
It is easy to forget now, how
effervescent and free we all felt that summer.
If you haven't been to a mosh pit,
you've probably seen one in movies.
By God!
It was a midsummer afternoon on Long
Island,and the mosquitoes, like the girls who get dolled up at
evening time, would not be seen flitting for hours yet.
I turned 31 on December 29,2009.
I climbed aboard the Little No. 5 as I
did every morning on my way to work.
Most people get flowers when they give
birth – I got a two pound baby and a failing liver.
When the Fabulous Flying Fandinis moved
in the neighbors said they were strange.
The bedroom is strange.
Slow simmered, shredded chicken,
vegetable, and three bean soup.
Sloth's house was a terrible mess.
One morning, as the Keeper of the Zoo
was about to unlock the gate, he noticed something on the steps.
We were headed for the Verrazano
Bridge, caught in traffic.
I have never been what you'd call a
crying man.
Crunch.
How do you remember things?
I clasp the flask between my hands even
though the warmth of the tea has long since leeched into the frozen
air.
It isn't even noon and I've already had
sex with fourteen women.
My name is Molly Pink and I'm a
yarnaholic, I announce to my crochet group, the Tarzana Hookers , as
I put my stash on the table.
Get it together,Abraham.
I'm watching an internet series about
pregnancy.
I used to live in a small apartment in
Chicago, where the radiator hummed noisily while I drew comics.
The New Orleans businessman,whose grey
hair put him in his fifties,was accompanied by his much younger and
much taller bodyguard/chauffeur on the night he met the devil in the
French Quarter.
Naps take only a few hours of time, but
they shape all twenty four hours of your child's day.
When I was in high school all the
coolest punk rockers hung out in the shopping mall parking lot across
the street from campus.
I had a car but on most days in that
fall of 1973 I walked to Joyland from Mrs. Shoplaw's Beachside
Accommodations in the town of Heaven's Bay.
In the tower of the nameless
necromancer it is always cold.
The day they came to tell me, I was in
one of the gardens with Kiernan, trying to decipher a
three-hundred-year-old map of the palace grounds.
The subinspector works the last breath
out of a waning cigarette and flicks it out the window.
Once your baby is born,you'll find that
life takes on a new momentum as you grapple with all the first time
experiences that caring for a growing baby involves.
We found the monster on a rocky ledge
high above the lake.
His first memory is an execution.
What do you cook?
In my younger and more vulnerable years
my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my head
ever since.
The fault line running through my
bones, through my every breath, may be the day of the accident: on
June 23,1993, I became paralyzed.
They say women are blessed with the
ability to forget the pain of childbirth so they will be able to have
more children later on.
It is Sunday in Venice.
Shh, quiet Scout, go to sleep, you'll
wake Johnny and Mom.
I am a jackass living in America and
living surprisingly well.
On the second day in December in a year
when a Georgia peanut farmer was doing business in the White House,
one of Colorado's great resort hotels burned to the ground.
You probably have no memory of what
your life was like between the ages of twelve and twenty four months.
Twenty years ago...
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