A favorite of mine from Emily Dickinson, offered here as a little digestif to your worldly feasts. Happy Thanksgiving. (Reread the poem slowly as if Lauren Becall were saying it into your ear very dramatically with an almost full honey stop on every verb and use all four syllables for E-mer-gen-cy. Anyway, that’s just a serving suggestion, you can shoot it howsomever you like.)
We’re already back from our festivities — had to come back cause we have a puppy –well, she’s not really a puppy anymore. Most of you are probably not.
Having fun? Still it is nice to sneak off and check the internest……tumbleweed……., see what’s cookin’ at the Secular Outpost.
How’s those relatives working for you? If any one starts to bother you, just tell them your poet told you you don’t have to listen to this, and then eat more pie.
We took home leftovers. I’m going to go have a secular sandwich.
Amy Lepine Peterson teaches ESL Writing and American Pop Culture at Taylor University, but spends most of her time making a home in the cornfields for her best-friend-husband and two (frankly adorable) children. Look for her with a french press of coffee and a book or a screen, plus a little one on her lap, thinking about education, mothering, theology, tv, movies, music, and sustainable habits of living.