Rebels, troublemakers, all of us, when really, maybe, no. Distracted. Can’t remember all the rules. Or something got lost in translation and a direction just didn’t make sense to our brains....
It feels like this, right here, is the back story all in one fell swoop. ...
The book I just finished writing had many incarnations. It started as one thing - I had a plan. My muse had other plans. I'm going to share here - the backstory of the book....
This morning, I woke up thinking about Baby Suggs, holy. The title, holy, after her name, like a blessing....
I feel like I am lint rollering the internet and the webs of my brain. All the Places I Tried to Begin Again Over the last several years, I have had multiple presences online. Social media sites for b...
Writing and Driving and Life E. L. Doctorow once said that “writing a novel is like driving a car at night. You can see only as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.” This ...
There are so many gifts of being a writer - today I am focused on the physical gifts given to me by those who cherish my writer heart....
Honestly, the other day in a really long line at the grocery store, I ended up talking with the woman behind me, the woman in front of me, and the checker gal. We all had so much fun together, laughin...
For most of us, there is only the unattended Moment, the moment in and out of time, The distraction fit, lost in a shaft of sunlight, The wild thyme unseen, or the winter lightning Or the waterfall, ...
Inspired by dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille Challenge – a 44 word poem of any style. https://dversepoets.com They may send a shudder down our spines in all their grotesque glory. They can appeal to o...
“Where can I pick up your book?” you ask. Here are some happy links for you – it’s available online wherever you would normally order books (most likely). Bloomsbury Books in A...
A little memory – a treasure to cherish. Rummaging in the Antique Store with my boys, looking through playthings of the past. They call me to try on a beautiful faux fur, and it fits, and it’s g...
Always the lists. Give me too much free time between calls at work, and a fairly slow day with no nearby neighbors to visit with, and I used pages and pages of scratch paper to make lists for the New ...
Driving straight into a thick blanket of fog, I wondered about our world, the darkness and lack of visibility we are entering. I remembered the blizzard in the Little House on the Prairie books that h...
It all started with Harold & the Purple Crayon. My youngest and I read the story together in front of a blazing fire and he said he wanted to have this book in his collection someday when he grows...
I have heard of the dance of Eagles mating. I have seen the statue of talons out sharp; a fierce battle and free fall – wings and bodies tumbling over one another as they drop to earth....
There is so much poetry in dance, in the way bodies sidle up to one another and barely touch and then move away, only to come back around and move together suggestively, still holding back, still most...
Another bad thing in a world of bad things. I have not become numb, that is not what has happened. I crumble with each new attack, with each new assault – foreign or domestic. And then I disconn...
"At this point in his life, he hadn't started inhabiting his work, like he did later."...
I am angry and I feel slighted and perhaps, I’m being childish; but I want to pout and stamp my foot and behave inappropriately. At the same time, I know this is beneath me, that I can and shou...
In which I accidentally discover the Ridiculously Perfect Meditation Stance for a dork like me!...
This is not a reference I throw around lightly. This is something I have studied. I worked at the Anti-Defamation League in San Francisco when I was younger, helping maintain their library of groups t...
