In the small tri-level there was a toaster oven, and pictures drawn by 10,000 crayons,

and there were five little tots, with toys numbering lots,

and two tired grown-ups, with boxes all piled up,

and Aidan’s dollhouse, and evidence of mouse,

and a box, and a book, and a rolling-eyes look

and a wife […]

It can easily be argued that hubby and I have done things unconventionally.

We met in college, where we had several classes together. As English Lit. students, upper-level classes were small and intimate, often meeting around tables. Sitting next to him was a distraction—to this day I have the vague idea Dickinson, Thoreau, Whitman, […]