Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Life is what happens...

Robert's mom died yesterday. I'm posting it here in case any of you want to send him your condolences. She was 90 years old and a difficult woman, but she raised Robert without his father; she was a doctor; she brought up a boy who grew up to be Robert, a wonderful poet and great friend.

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I have been back home since late Sunday night, after an awful flight. It's taken me a day or two to recover from the flight and the weekend, so I'm grateful I work at home. I so loved seeing old friends and catching up on the decades that have past, but I'm glad and grateful, too, to be back in San Francisco, for all those things I take for granted: my sweet patient husband, my pooch, just people walking, people of every type speaking every language living side by side (we're not all singing Kumbayah, but people get along and can usually find time for a Good Morning when I'm out with the dog); the different foods; the presence of ocean; oh, and the coffee (Peet's!).


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And this morning, after a long drought, I got a poem accepted, an email from David Young, by Field!

4 comments:

Anne said...

Ooh, Field! That's a nice one. Congratulations. :)

Diane K. Martin said...

Thanks, Anne.

C. Dale said...

I have never been able to crack Field. Congrats!

Diane K. Martin said...

Thanks, C. Dale. I thought I'd try them (can't always send my best poems to NER!), but was truly shocked when they said yes.