A Library Book Spine Poem

Spine Poetry is one of my favorite ways to create in the margins. I love sitting beside my bookshelf holding a warm cup of tea while reading the titles of the books on the shelf. When a title nudges me, I pull it off the shelf and put it in a stack. Then I rearrange them over and over again until I come up with a poem (of sorts). Here’s a little spine poetry I put together with a stack of library holds that all came in at the same time.

Girl with a pearl earring
the idea of you
(may be a) state of terror
(That’s okay)
Find your unicorn space
under the whispering door
(and let) the house in the cerulean sea
(be your) paper palace

Go ahead - try it. What poems can you create from the books on your shelf?

the start of something new [The Darling Files 004]

This month’s Darling Files started as a journal response to a prompt from the very first writing course I took with Callie Feyen in January 2021. She told us to write about something in our bedroom, and I wrote about the pictures hanging on my wall. In a later poetry course, I used that journal entry for a Found Poetry exercise. It has been hidden in a Google file ever since. It seemed appropriate to send it out into the world this month, in honor of Valentine’s Day and also our 13th Anniversary next week. The picture may be 15 years old, but the memories live as though they happened yesterday.

Do you see that picture hanging on the wall—
the one from our first vacation together?

Our arms hang down, hands interlocked
walking along the brick-laid path

Fingers entwined together, 
evidencing a plait of strength

Trusting that our lives would soon be braided 
into something beautiful and new

I came with frayed edges—you did too
threads broken by our assorted pasts

Traces of hurt; marks of fear

Warning: Needs Repairs

We picked each other up, 
dusted off the broken ends,

Made space for God to create 
a new thing from the strands 

A new creation,
better than either of us solo 

Like a woven tapestry, 
stronger together than alone.


This is the fourth post in The Darling Files, a project initiated by my friends Rachel Nevergall and Callie Feyen. You can read more about The Darling Files from Rachel here and from Callie here.

You can read more of My Darling Files here.


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Where We Read This Month: January 2023

I know there are other months with 31 days, but for some reason January always feels like the longest month of the year. We filled it with tons of books in a variety of places. I finished 8 books this month, started a handful of others, abandoned a few, and made my way through the first third Ron Chernow’s Washington (which should count as 4 books in my opinion!) Here’s a glimpse at January through our reading life.

We started off the new year reading at the beach. Going to the beach on New Year’s Day has become an annual tradition. Some years it’s icy cold and we’re so bundled up you can barely see our eyes. This year, it was almost 60, so we brought our books and stayed a while.

Of course, even almost 60 at the beach in January feels cold, so it means lots of layers and her favorite owl hat. She’s on her fiftieth read through of Mrs. Piggle Wiggle.

I started The Great Belonging, which I highly recommend. Bitty Baby agrees.

The next day, Leo and I resumed our normal reading position on the couch and I started A Year of Writing Dangerously.

I finished Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow in the car while waiting on my daughter’s dance lesson.

I started Ron Chernow’s Washington: A Life over dinner at the YMCA, while waiting on the other daughter to finish gymnastics.

I read The Red Pony while on a solo retreat.

Then David went to NYC for work and the puppy was sad. So I let him snuggle me in the wee hours of the morning while I read Good Apple.

while she read Princess Academy by the fire. Now I understand why they call it Child’s Pose.

They shared The Meanest Doll in the World while eating breakfast (gosh, isn’t this the sweetest thing ever?)

And later that day, I read Seabird out loud while they did some stretching.

David caught me reading The Cloisters on the floor of our church while the kids were in Sunday School.

The next day we got a ton of snow, so we curled up on the couch and read. Me, The Cloisters; Her, Princess Academy.

We started reading Romeo & Juliet together. They prefer the original Shakespeare text rather than the modern; we all agree the cadence is much more fun.

On the next snow day, I devoured The Lions of Fifth Avenue in less than 36 hours. It was a perfect snowy day escape, especially because we were heading to NYC just a few days later.

When David had a second trip to New York City, we all tagged along and turned it into a school field trip. We tried to read Shakespeare on the train, but it didn’t work. out very well. We gave up after just a few lines.

It didn’t take us long to settle into our hotel and dive into the many books we loaded onto our Kindles. Little Women, The Menagerie, and The Masterpiece made great traveling companions.

Our first day in the city, we spent the entire day at the New York Public Library. We saw Shakespeare’s First Folio, Charles Dickens’ Writing Desk, a Gutenberg Bible, the Declaration of Independence, and the original handwritten manuscript draft of The Secret Garden, just to name a few. After seeing all the Treasures, we went back to the hotel for a lunch of leftover Chinese and books.

An afternoon at the children’s library was pretty much their idea of a perfect afternoon. (My kids are dreams to travel with, I’m telling you…)

The second day, we took the subway to The Strand. I made a mistake on the way back and went the wrong direction, but we saw it as a pleasant detour. We saw a few extra sights (World Trade Center, Brooklyn Bridge, and the Statue of Liberty), and she finished the second book in The Menagerie series.

The end of our trip came too soon. We said farewell to Grand Central station and took the Commuter rail halfway home. One continued her journey through Little Women and the other finished the final book of the Menagerie series.

And I cracked up at Katherine Center’s newest book, Hello Stranger (coming in July). Preorder it friends. It’s going to be the perfect beach read.

The final leg of our trip was a 2 1/2 hour car ride from Connecticut home. She was quite happy to spend the time with the March girls.

Now that we’re home and book club is in two days, it’s time for me to finish reading Romeo & Juliet. I’ve found listening to the audio while reading along is the very best way for me to maximize comprehension.

Whew - what a month! What stories does your reading life tell??

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The Big Kid Table [The Darling Files 003]

It’s been a few months since I’ve waken a Darling from its slumber. This was written as part of a Freewrite Workshop with Exhale Creativity and Sonya Spillmann. It’s been asleep since for over a year, but with my kids growing more and more independent of me, it felt like an appropriate time to bring it out.

We went to a cookout at our neighbor’s house, where I sat in a chair, drinking my margarita-from-a-can, and talked to people I mostly didn’t know about nothing in particular. I usually hate small talk, but after a year of isolation, it felt good to sit in the presence of other people. 

A toddler ran to where my daughters and two friends were playing with five huge wooden dice. A tiny chubby hand grabbed the die out of the bright green grass like it was a toy block. The older girls screamed a chorus of “No! We need that!” and the toddler’s mom came running to save the day. My oldest, queen of compromise, offered the tot an extra die. “Here, have this one,” she said, in an attempt to make the babe smile. 

On the other side of the yard was a three-year-old boy, chasing balls and running full speed ahead. His mom stood on the edge of the patio, eyes on him like a hawk, ready to swoop down and grab him when he fell and scraped his knee. I relaxed in my chair, rocking back and forth, remembering the days of diapers and endless supervision. There isn’t a day that goes by that I miss those crazy days of babyhood.

“I rolled three twos and two fives. What can I do with that?” my daughter asked. I came out of my remembering and shifted my thoughts to back to the game. 

“Did you take your twos?” I ask.

“Yes, and my full house.”

I tell her I’d take my three of a kind and remind her to add up the total of all five dice for her score. This stage of life feels empty sometimes. Without the constant chasing of tiny feet I’m left to mostly sit back and watch. I’ve given them roots and now it’s time for their wings to grow.

And perhaps it’s time for me to find wings of my own. 


This is the third post in The Darling Files, a project initiated by my friends Rachel Nevergall and Callie Feyen. You can read more about The Darling Files from Rachel here and from Callie here.

You can read more of The Darling Files here.