About Dana

A writer, editor and poet, I share my home with my husband, Jon, and our beloved Chihuahua, Cricket “Miss B” Hayden. The three of us divide our time between the Pacific Northwest and the Midwest. Into the world’s tumult, into the chaos of every day, I sometimes go quietly. At other times, I go raising the loudest racket you've ever heard.

the mold chronicles: recognizing the mold problem

Three months ago, we moved into our new home. At first, everything was fantastic. We were in a lovely, established neighborhood with lush landscaping, meandering side streets, and enormous trees whose leaves, come spring, would shuffle in the wind. About two months ago, I started to feel ill. It was subtle at first, but as time passed, my symptoms got worse. Meanwhile, my husband and I started noticing a musty odor in the closet behind my office on the second floor. Like my illness, the smell started off subtle but worsened as the weeks progressed.

We didn’t connect the musty smell in our home with my illness. They seemed to be separate issues: I was ill and needed to figure out how to get better, and we also needed to deal with the musty odor in my office. They were two things, not one. My illness quickly became so debilitating that it was impossible to deal with the odor. It was much easier to close the closet door and hope that the mustiness would either take care of itself or that I would get better and be able to deal with it at some point down the line.

Last week, I was filling out pre-appointment paperwork a physician sent me, which included several questionnaires designed to screen for various chronic conditions. Several of the questionnaires asked about mold and mold allergies. I don’t know why I didn’t connect the illness and the mold in our home before filling out that paperwork, but the connection was obvious. Not only did I have a mold allergy, I knew I had a mold allergy. In January, my immunologist tested me for allergic reactions to twelve different molds. I had the most severe allergic reaction possible for Alternia, Cladosporium, Fusarium, Epicoccum, Helminthosporium, Curvularia, Pullaria, Stemphylium and Rhizopus.

Part of the reason I didn’t make the connection between the musty odor and my symptoms is that I didn’t realize an allergy could make a person so ill. I associated allergies with sneezing or itchy eyes. I didn’t realize mold allergies can cause flu-like symptoms, fatigue, hair loss, skin problems, headaches and other issues that can worsen with repeated or continued exposure.

My husband and I finally acknowledged that we needed to locate the cause of the mold as soon as possible and stop it at its source. After talking with several professionals, including a mold remediation specialist and a roofer, we learned that the problem most likely originated in our second-floor ceilings due to improper venting and lack of airflow between the ceiling and the roof. We knew what we had to do. We bought respirators rated for work around mold, got some tools together, removed all our belongings from the office space and closet, and began taking the closet down to the rafters and studs.

The professionals were right: The mold was evident on the rafters, which is where moisture that could not escape through the roof appears to have collected. All the nails used to secure the drywall to the rafters are rusted — more evidence that moisture was collecting in that area. The insulation and decking don’t appear to be affected, which is a good thing. But the fact that every rafter was affected means we might have to pull the drywall off the walls as well to see how far the mold extends. It also means we have to at least remove the ceilings from the entire second floor, since it’s all constructed in the same manner and has a high probability of being colonized by mold.

We bought this house because we didn’t want to have to do extensive renovation work, as we have with our other homes. I guess that just wasn’t in the cards for us. In a way, I am happy that this house has mold because its presence has helped me identify the source of what I believe has been a contributing factor in my chronic health issues. My mold allergy helps explain why my health became more compromised after moving to Seattle, where molds flourish both indoors and outdoors, and where cold, damp weather exacerbates symptoms. Now that I have awareness, I am developing an action plan — both for the house and for my health.

american life in poetry: the vacation

by Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate, 2004-2006

If we haven’t done it ourselves, we’ve known people who have, it seems: taken a vacation mostly to photograph a vacation, not really looking at what’s there, but seeing everything through the viewfinder with the idea of looking at it when they get home. Wendell Berry of Kentucky, one of our most distinguished poets, captures this perfectly.

The Vacation

Once there was a man who filmed his vacation.
He went flying down the river in his boat
with his video camera to his eye, making
a moving picture of the moving river
upon which his sleek boat moved swiftly
toward the end of his vacation. He showed
his vacation to his camera, which pictured it,
preserving it forever: the river, the trees,
the sky, the light, the bow of his rushing boat
behind which he stood with his camera
preserving his vacation even as he was having it
so that after he had had it he would still
have it. It would be there. With a flick
of a switch, there it would be. But he
would not be in it. He would never be in it.

 
Notes

American Life in Poetry is made possible by The Poetry Foundation (www.poetryfoundation.org), publisher of Poetry magazine. It is also supported by the Department of English at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. Poem copyright ©2012 by Wendell Berry, whose most recent book of poems is New Collected Poems, Counterpoint, 2012. Poem reprinted from New Collected Poems, Counterpoint, 2012, and used with permission of Wendell Berry and the publisher. Introduction copyright © 2013 by The Poetry Foundation. The introduction’s author, Ted Kooser, served as United States Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress from 2004-2006. We do not accept unsolicited manuscripts.

american life in poetry: church basement

by Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate, 2004-2006

It’s a difficult task to accurately imagine one’s self back into childhood. Maybe we can get the physical details right, but it’s very hard to recapture the innocence and wonder. Maureen Ash, who lives in Wisconsin, gets it right in this poem.

Church Basement

The church knelt heavy
above us as we attended Sunday School,
circled by age group and hunkered
on little wood folding chairs
where we gave our nickels, said
our verses, heard the stories, sang
the solid, swinging songs.

It could have been God above
in the pews, His restless love sifting
with dust from the joists. We little
seeds swelled in the stone cellar, bursting
to grow toward the light.

Maybe it was that I liked how, upstairs, outside,
an avid sun stormed down, burning the sharp-
edged shadows back to their buildings, or
how the winter air knifed
after the dreamy basement.

Maybe the day we learned whatever
would have kept me believing
I was just watching light
poke from the high, small window
and tilt to the floor where I could make it
a gold strap on my shoe, wrap
my ankle, embrace
any part of me.

 
Notes

American Life in Poetry is made possible by The Poetry Foundation (www.poetryfoundation.org), publisher of Poetry magazine. It is also supported by the Department of English at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. Poem copyright ©2012 by Maureen Ash. Reprinted by permission of Maureen Ash. Introduction copyright © 2013 by The Poetry Foundation. The introduction’s author, Ted Kooser, served as United States Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress from 2004-2006. We do not accept unsolicited manuscripts.

american life in poetry: fifty-fifty

by Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate, 2004-2006

If you had to divide your favorite things between yourself and somebody else, what would you keep? Patricia Clark, a Michigan poet, has it figured out.

Fifty-Fifty

You can have the grackle whistling blackly
from the feeder as it tosses seed,

if I can have the red-tailed hawk perched
imperious as an eagle on the high branch.

You can have the brown shed, the field mice
hiding under the mower, the wasp’s nest on the door,

if I can have the house of the dead oak,
its hollowed center and feather-lined cave.

You can have the deck at midnight, the possum
vacuuming the yard in its white prowl,

if I can have the yard of wild dreaming, pesky
raccoons, and the roaming, occasional bear.

You can have the whole house, window to window,
roof to soffits to hardwood floors,

if I can have the screened porch at dawn,
the Milky Way, any comets in our yard.

 
Notes

American Life in Poetry is made possible by The Poetry Foundation (www.poetryfoundation.org), publisher of Poetry magazine. It is also supported by the Department of English at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. Poem copyright ©2004 by Patricia Clark, whose forthcoming book of poetry is Sunday Rising, Michigan State University Press, 2013. Poem reprinted from She Walks into the Sea, Michigan State University Press, 2009, by permission of Patricia Clark and the publisher. Introduction copyright © 2013 by The Poetry Foundation. The introduction’s author, Ted Kooser, served as United States Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress from 2004-2006. We do not accept unsolicited manuscripts.