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Maybe it's time to turn up the.
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I'm Maggie Smith and this is the slowdown. I'm willing to bet that no one on their deathbed says I wish I'd spent more time at the office. No one taking stock of their life in those final days and moments is thinking about spreadsheets or profits or ROI return on investment. I can imagine what I'll be thinking about at the end of my life. My beloved's and the beauty of this place I've called home and the memories I treasure most. When my maternal grandmother was dying, I was a first year MFA student, I would visit her in the memory care wing of the nursing home where she lived. Even though she didn't know who I was, we would sit together and talk. She wanted to be outside as much as possible. She was rarely hungry, but loved the ice cream bars that one of her nurses would bring her. It was fall brisk outside and I remember her sitting in a chair on her patio bundled in an electric blanket. I took a Polaroid of her in that chair with various members of our family gathered around her. I hope when it's my time that I'm holding the hand of someone I love. I hope I'm not in a hospital room or a nursing home, but outside breathing fresh air, maybe looking at clouds or trees or water. I hope there is music or singing or the sound of birds or waves or all of the above. I hope I can feel gratitude for my time on this planet, even though I must go. I have to admit that writing that last paragraph made me cry. It's enough to make my eyes fill with tears just thinking about having a finite number of days and not being able to stay when staying with the people I love is what I want more than anything. We only get to be with one another for a limited time. Life is short. My poem Good Bones begins, Some days I feel that heart wrenching brevity so acutely. Today's poem grabbed me the first time I read it a few years ago, and it made me an instant fan of the English poet Caroline Bird, imagining the end of her life. This poem speaker has a refreshing take on on what I might call emotional roi, the enormous return on investment when it comes to love. Check out by Caroline Bird I think so this is death and wonder why I can still see through my eyes. An angel approaches with a feedback form asking how I'd rate my life. Very good, good, average, bad, very bad. And I intend to tick average followed by a rant. Then I recall your face like a cartoon treasure chest glowing with gold light. Tick very good. And in the comment box below I write nice job. The angel asks if I enjoyed my stay and I say, oh yes, I'd definitely come again, and he gives me a soft look, meaning that won't be possible, but thanks all the same, clicks his pen and vanishes. The Slowdown is a production of American Public Media in partnership with the Poetry Foundation. To get a poem delivered to you daily, go to slowdownshow.org and sign up for our newsletter. And find us on Instagram at slowdownshow and blueskylowdownshow.org.
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The Trump administration is making deep cuts to education research.
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The cancellation notices started coming when the contract is cut. The study just dies.
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It's all happening just as schools are trying to make use of research to improve reading instruction.
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There would not have been a science of reading without the federal funding. It wouldn't have happened.
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I'm Emily Hanford. On our new episode of what the Trump Cuts Mean for the Science of Reading. Go to your podcast app and follow Sold a story.
Podcast: The Slowdown: Poetry & Reflection Daily
Host: Maggie Smith
Episode Title: 1354: Checkout by Caroline Bird
Date: September 17, 2025
In this episode, host Maggie Smith reflects on the brevity and beauty of life through the lens of poetry, particularly focusing on end-of-life reflection and the importance of cherishing connection and love. Smith introduces and reads Caroline Bird’s poem “Checkout,” contemplating themes of mortality, emotional investment, and the return on love in our lives.
Smith reads Bird’s poem in its entirety, which imagines a playful, surreal end-of-life experience:
On the essence of end-of-life reflection:
“We only get to be with one another for a limited time. Life is short.”
— Maggie Smith (02:50)
On memories and gratitude:
“I hope I can feel gratitude for my time on this planet, even though I must go.”
— Maggie Smith (02:20)
On the power of love to transform perspective:
“Then I recall your face like a cartoon treasure chest glowing with gold light. Tick very good.”
— Caroline Bird, read by Maggie Smith (03:55)
Rooted in vulnerability and poetic reflection, this episode gently steers listeners toward considering what matters most in life—connections, gratitude, and the quiet, beautiful moments that outshine any accumulation of professional accolades. Maggie Smith’s reading of Caroline Bird’s “Checkout” offers a disarmingly simple yet profound approach to the wishful thinking at life’s end: to have loved deeply, to remember a face that makes everything worthwhile, and, if it were possible, to come back and do it all again.