
My Mother Is Coming

I’m very happy. After two years of saying she would come, my mother is finally coming to visit. Her plane should arrive around 11pm tonight. I know that’s late, but it seems like planes always leave Burlington at 6 am and arrive at 11 pm. I don’t know what the airport does between those two times. By the way, her plane leaves going back to Alabama at 6 am Monday morning. My father refused to come. I’m not sure why, but he just didn’t want to. Tomorrow, my mother and I are going down to Hildene, the Lincoln Family Home, in Manchester, Vermont. We are also going to the outlet stores down there. I don’t know what we will do on Sunday; it is supposed to rain. We will figure something out though. Sadly, with her here, I will miss the very small Pride Parade in Burlington on Saturday. It is definitely not something that would interest my mother. A PFLAG mom, she is not.
Up Late

I was up late working on my museum studies paper due today. I still have a little bit more to go on it, anyway, sorry, but there is not much to post for today. I hope everyone is having a good week.
Gulls

Gulls
by Leonora Speyer
Fearless riders of the gale,
In your bleak eyes is the memory
Of sinking ships:
Desire, unsatisfied,
Droops from your wings.
You lie at dusk
In the sea’s ebbing cradles,
Unresponsive to its mood;
Or hover and swoop,
Snatching your food and rising again,
Greedy,
Unthinking.
You veer and steer your callous course,
Unloved of other birds;
And in your soulless cry
Is the mocking echo
Of woman’s weeping in the night.
















