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For delicious meals, you could go out to eat or you could just make a Marie Callender's Meal. Marie Callender's Classic Chicken Parmigiano bowl is so good. It has marinara sauce that's made from scratch and creamy mozzarella cheese over pasta. It's delicious with no artificial flavors, colors or preservatives and 30 grams of protein. You can find it in the frozen aisle. Marie Callender's what Having it All Tastes
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I'm Maggie Smith and this is the Slowdown. I was born at 4:30 in the afternoon on a cold Sunday in February. All of this is either useless information. Time of day, day of the week, month of the year, or it's part of our own myth making. In a box of old things from my mother, I once found a card with a traditional English nursery rhyme on it about children born on different days of the week. Maybe you've heard this one before. Monday's child is fair of face, Tuesday's child is full of grace, Wednesday's child is full of woe. Thursday's child has far to go. Friday's child is loving and giving. Saturday's child works hard for a living but the child that's born on the Sabbath day is fair and wise and good and gay. I'm a Sunday's child or a child born on the Christian Sabbath day. Fair and wise and good and gay. I'm not sure I can claim all of that, but I'll take it. To be honest, for a chunk of my angsty teenage years, I have a feeling my parents saw me as more of a Wednesday's child full of woe. And there are definitely years where I've had far to go like Thursday's child. I personally don't put any stock into the day of the week I was born on. I can admit that I find astrology interesting, but I'm also wary of assigning character traits to people based on their birth month. Aquariuses are said to be fiercely independent and individualistic, so being wary of astrology would be very aquarius of me. Come to think of it, whether I'm fair and wise and good and gay, or independent and individualistic. I know one thing for certain. I have a soft spot for poems that take me back to childhood, back to our origin stories. I was drawn to today's poem for that reason, and also because I love the language. This is a poem to savor somewhere else. By Adam J. Gellings I was born in the early evening behind an old door at the end of autumn. Imagine a woman with child, a mouthful of hair, a fist forming a stone bathtub and a rough sink. Thick paste of salt and cold applied directly to the stain. Blue eyes, a collective gasp, the hardwood ladder leaning against the shadow of dead cells nightgowned in moon. I was raised in the surrounding grass covered ruins between rhubarb and riverine When I was a child there were no words for this cool simplicity collapsing over time when the water was low Think field created by lightning kaleidoscope of back and forth. Imagine its voice more like a chorus, its sudden squall digging the fossils that drowned trying to reach. 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 slowdownshow and blueskylowdownshow.org. Hi, it's Maggie. The Slowdown helps you discover new poems and revisit old favorites. You can help us continue showcasing poetry from a diverse swath of authors by making a tax deductible gift. Head to slowdownshow.org donate today.
