Madelyn Rosenberg

It’s nearly the end of National Poetry Month. And finally! A Poetry Friday post! (I know you’ve been holding your breath.) Today I’m paying tribute to Barbara Park, whose Junie B. Jones books have been cracking us up all year. I know there’s a divide over Junie B. so I’d like to come out and [...]

I left my cell phone in my pants pocket last night and — to use the passive in an attempt not to cast blame, particularly upon myself — it got washed. Friends have pointed out that it is now a very clean cell phone. It is also, unfortunately, dead. (My friend Tracy, who has worked [...]

I’m no longer confused about the weather. Even if my daffodils hadn’t been covered by Monday’s snowfall, I couldn’t escape the forecast for today. More snow. Big snow. “Historic,” says the Washington Post, which is calling it Snowmageddon. “Be prepared to shelter in place,” says Arlington County, using words you just can’t throw around in [...]

This weather has gotten me seasonally confused, in part because of all the rain and in part because our daffodils have clearly forgotten it’s January. I don’t mind winter and I love snow, so I’m sure I’ll go back to winter thoughts any day now but for now, my mind is on the rain.

One of [...]