Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Poem for the New Year: An Acrobatic Boy

Last year saw the official end of babyhood. Good-bye crib. Hello mattress on the floor. And while you look at us as if we're crazy ("None of you are sleeping on the floor, so why do I have to?") we know what you can do, given the chance.

This poem is for Cassie, who reminded me to get started.

An Acrobatic Boy

An acrobatic boy
will throw you a
winning smile
before tossing his sippy cup
full of sticky juice
on the hardwood floor
then take his moment
to climb climb climb
the couch
the ottoman
any wobbly chair
or heavy china cabinet (why do we have a china cabinet?)

A boy like that will never stop
pushing all your buttons
breaking all your trinkets
and reaching out
to be rescued.


©2012 Maria Scala

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

When the Bambino Talks

I like to keep tallies, especially when it comes to my kids. I know that in the grand scheme of things, it doesn't matter when the Bambina took her first steps or when the Bambino first started using a straw. But if I didn't write these little things down, who would remember? Like the Bambina saying "read book" at ten months of age? I remind her of that all the time, usually after we've just praised her little brother for some milestone he's reached.

Here's a Vocab Tally for said Bambino:

Apple
Mill (Milk)
Iceseam (Ice Cream)
Shicken (Chicken)
Fies (Fries)
Gogurt (Yogurt)
I do
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah (while nodding)
No (while shaking his head)
Nonna
Nonno
Mama
Dada or Dayee
YaYa (his sister's name in ToddlerSpeak)
Staw (Straw)
Wawa (Water)
Go
Bye
Hi
Duh (Duck)
Doh (Dog)
Bunny
Tiger
Lion
Bir (Bird)
Sun
Owsigh (Outside)
Sigh (Whenever I nurse I ask him if he wants milk from the other side)
Booh (Book)
Row Row Row (the song)
Hep (Help)
Nigh (Nice)
Nigh Nigh (Night Night)
Baby

In addition to uttering these words on a daily basis, he can make lots of animal sounds. But the most heart-melting achievement is his ability to really plant a kiss on you when you ask for one. "Mmm-AH", he says, every time.

Thursday, September 29, 2011

New Poems in Descant: Sicily, Land of Forgotten Dreams


I was so happy this week to receive my contributor copy of the most recent edition of Descant devoted to la bella Sicilia! I have two poems in there: "Immigrant" and "What Makes You."

Here's the write-up from the journal's site:

Descant 154: Sicily is a collection of poetry and prose, essay and memoir, exploring and probing the geographically and historically impressive island of Sicily. In this issue, Guest Editors Michelle Alfano and Venera Fazio assemble diverse texts and voices — tourist and ex-patriot, Italophone and Anglophone, layperson and scholar —to create a multidimensional portrait of this oft-coveted Mediterranean isle. New pieces by creative people, such as Salvatore Ala, Louisa Calio, Darlene Madott, Gianna Patriarca, Vincenzo Pietropaolo, Gilda Morina Syverson, Pasquale Verdicchio, have the reader tramp the muddy hillsides of umber dirt, dine in the streets of Taormino, stand in awe of ancient Greek and Roman ruins, cast inquisitive looks into Mafia activity and even enter Sicilian bedrooms. Join us in launching Sicily at grano, October 5, 2011, 7 p.m. as we celebrate the terrific works included in D 154. As Guest Editor Alfano writes Il sangue chiama — the blood calls — accept the invitation.

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Food Adventures With The Bambino



This summer we discovered, once and for all, just what foods the Bambino could not eat. A skin test confirmed that he is allergic to wheat and eggs (for now, at least -- he might outgrow these allergies, as is often the case with children.) Luckily, dairy products are fine, if we could just get him to like them. Chapman's vanilla flavoured Gluten-Free, Peanut-Free Ice Cream is the exception, of course. As a toddler, he's typical -- he likes a select list of foods. The challenge is to make sure those foods pack enough nutritional punch and keep him filled up for a reasonable amount of time.

There are many resources available for those with food allergies. I started out with Allergic Living magazine, and then stumbled upon the website gluten-free girl and the chef. At Chapters the Bambina and I parked ourselves for a good chunk of time in front of a large section of allergy and gluten-free cookbooks. Our neighbourhood Superstore and Metro grocery stores have a good selection of products (such as Bob's Red Mill mixes and Tinkyada rice pastas), but it was in Port Carling, Ontario, on a run to Foodland, that I discovered a bonanza of products, from Cambridge, Ontario-based El Peto (buns and pizza dough) to Burlington, Maine's Cherrybrook Kitchen (Sugar Cookie Mix.) Silly me for not checking sooner, but Highland Farms, practically in my own backyard, has a great selection of gluten-free/dairy-free/egg-free/soy-free products (I should have known that any grocery store that's Sicilian-owned would seek out as much variety as possible for their clientele.)

Obviously, we're lucky to have these resources available to us, and so we can manage at home. But what happens when we travel? Eat out in restaurants? When the Bambina was a toddler, we were able to just let her munch on some dinner rolls at the table while waiting for our meals to arrive. Not so with the little guy. We pretty much pack as much of his food as possible, from Maple Leaf Natural Selections Turkey, to Want Want rice crackers, to any warm food I've brought in the thermos (usually potatoes), to sliced cucumbers and fruit. Once he's happily munching on his appetizers, it's our task to find something on the menu that works for him. Our wonderful allergist's warning about "cross-contamination" is always at the back of my mind. It's my job to make sure that the wait staff and chefs at whatever establishment we're dining at understand right off the bat that they are going to be preparing food for a toddler with allergies. Some of the wait staff we've encountered don't really seem to understand the seriousness of what we're dealing with, and have seemed annoyed with what they must regard as another picky and overbearing mother. Others, like that sweet server at the Hard Rock Cafe in Niagara Falls, Canada (herself a mom) seemed genuinely concerned, and was full of questions. She had been noticing more and more customers asking for gluten-free items, and wanted to understand what this meant.

Maybe not so surprisingly, the fast food chains seem to be better attuned to feeding those with allergies. Whenever I visit Wendy's or McDonald's I am assured that the oil the french fries are cooked in is peanut free and not used for frying anything else (at many restaurants chicken fingers, which are often prepared with egg and wheat, share the same oil as the french fries.) But I ask every time, regardless of how many times I've been to a place. At the take-out entrance of our neighbourhood Swiss Chalet, there's a booklet containing a chart of all the allergens their food might have come in contact with. This is a smart move that I hope will become a standard practice in the industry.

These are the lessons we've learned so far this past year or so, trying to feed the Bambino. If you've got any for me, please feel free to leave them in the comments.

I feel like I've dropped a lot of names in this blog, but it's all in the interest of creating a sense of awareness for those out there who might be in a similar position to us. Remember, this is an ad-free blog, so no goodies (even french fries) were exchanged for this post.

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Muskoka




This is where I'll sit for now, with a long-neglected book. Every few minutes look up at an idyllic scene. Words, conversations, carried weightlessly by the water. How are they weightless, you ask. Without worry, is what I mean. So many summers to make up for. Pretty stones pocketed from the shore of this shallow lake. Kids do their handstands further out, and the parents look on from their cedar chairs, sipping iced drinks, thinking, let's never go back.

Thursday, June 2, 2011

The Big One -- Happy Birthday to Us

This week the Bambino turned one, and I hit a milestone myself. We celebrated with two cakes, thanks to my fabulously talented sister C. The Bambino, with his allergic tendencies, settled for Cheerios, his new favourite food. It seems almost sacrilegious that he didn't get to shove a fist into homemade buttercream icing, as has been the tradition with all the babies in our family. But he really didn't seem bothered by this. With all the attention lavished on him by his older sister, cousins, aunts, uncles, and nonni, along with enough toys to fill a room (including a new set of wheels) he was happily occupied.


Sunday, April 3, 2011

National Poetry Month (Again!)

It's National Poetry Month and my head has been in the clouds, those storm clouds that loomed over Cocoa Beach just a few days ago. Sage Cohen's reminder that many will be participating in the poem-a-day challenge for the month of April was certainly welcome after a week of non-stop theme-parking with the family. Read Cohen's post to find out about the many ways you can commit to the challenge. One way I will be participating is by reading some of my poems at the Toronto launch for Sweet Lemons 2: International Writings with a Sicilian Accent, edited by Venera Fazio and Delia De Santis. Here are the details: Thursday April 14, 2011, 7:30 pm, Annex Live, 296 Brunswick Ave. (south of Bloor). Featuring poetry and prose by: John Calabro, Domenic Capilongo, Giovanna Capozzi, Delia De Santis, Bruna Di Giuseppe-Bertoni, Desi Di Nardo, Venera Fazio, Isabella Katz, Darlene Madott, Maria Scala, and Michelle Alfano as emcee.

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Poem for Thursday -- First-Born Son

First-Born Son

The old man expects you
to name the child after him.

It's 1975 – you want the kid to be
a John or a Mike
even Anthony would be fine.

No way will you sentence your son
to something so unpronounceable
so school-yard mockable.

Even if you pack him
peanut butter sandwiches for lunch
and teach him how to swing a bat
he'll still be that kid
with the faggoty name

who never gets picked to play.


© 2011 Maria Scala

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

New Poems, New Year

Today I was happy to finally receive my copy of Sweet Lemons 2: International Writings with a Sicilian Accent, eds. Venera Fazio and Delia De Santis. I have two poems that appear in it --"Sundays at Nonna's" and "Ray". The book features writers from Canada, the United States, Great Britain, Ireland, Australia, New Zealand, as well as those from Sicily whose work has been translated into English.

I read my poems to the Bambina, who is just starting to understand, it seems, the concept of Nonna having a Mommy or Mommy having a Nonna. She has spent a good part of the last three weeks recuperating from a bug, while snuggled under the blanket that used to belong to my grandparents, the ones who lived on August Avenue. I managed to pore over a few pages from the book today, despite the Bambino's determination to get his hands on it. Jim Zucchero's piece, "Remembering Home", is striking because so many of the details about the house he grew up in -- the old tin garage door that made a long moan each time it was raised, the black wrought iron railings leading up to the veranda, the flower boxes filled with fuchsia pink petunias -- remind me of my own Nonna's house and her neighbourhood.

I look forward to dipping more into this anthology, especially the excerpt from Michelle Alfano's novel-in-progress You Shall Be Like Us -- based upon the life of the bandit Salvatore Giuliano, sometimes known as the Sicilian Robin Hood.

It looks like you can get a copy of the book from amazon.com, but not the Canadian site.

Wednesday, December 1, 2010


How can I feel icky when the Bambina has drawn me a Big Red Losenge?