My debut poetry collection, Grief Songs: Poems of Love & Remembrance, launches on Sunday, September 26th, in honor of National Family Day. The local book signing will be held in Peterborough, New Hampshire on Saturday. (I’ll confess to some trepidation about COVID, but I’m fully vaccinated, and masks are mandatory for everyone regardless of vaccination status.)
My big news is that my daughter will be flying in from San Diego tonight to spend a week with us and help me at the signing. It’s been way too long since we’ve seen her in person!
This photograph of my little brother and me sitting on our father’s lap was taken shortly before The Kingston Trio released their song “M.T.A.” in 1959. The challenge for my mother related to this photo was to try to convince me that I didn’t need to wear my pink dress with the green sash (my Sunday best) because the photo would be in black-and-white. Guess who got her way?
Throughout my childhood and adolescence, my dad would sing the chorus of “M.T.A.” whenever bureaucratic governmental absurdity reared its head. When I sought out the song recently to listen to it in its entirety, I discovered a significant logical flaw in the story it tells. Can you tell me what it is?
September 26th Book Launch:
In Honor of National Family Day