I absolutely loved this article from the November 27, 2012 Atlantic by Jen Doll. How did I miss it all these years? A Perfectly Nice, Well-Intentioned Rant About Hyphens Let’s take a minute to get Grammar-Real: It has come to my attention of late that many of us are using hyphens wrong. This is not, … Read More →
From Nadia Colburn’s 31+ Day Meditation and Writing Course, Day 21: Write about some way you have felt different or you feel different and how that can be seen as a strength, perhaps something you didn’t see before as a strength. MY BRILLIANT CAMPAIGN When I was young, I wasn’t cool or cute or sought … Read More →
Really enjoying Nadia Colburn’s 31+ Day Meditation and Writing Course. This is from Day 13 (repeated) – everything is interconnected. Words: wind, white, ancestor, pitcher, run, desire (amazing how different my response to the prompt is each time!) I played around with making it resemble a DNA helix, but not sure I was successful. DNA … Read More →
Day 2 of January Writing Challenge: Write about what you take in and what you can get rid of. What nourishes you, and what you can let go. Use words – bodies, cinnamon, fulfillment, nameless, floating, cattails LETTING GO In the sixth decade of my life I’ve learned to drink it all in That everyone … Read More →
Day three of January writing challenge…  I loved the Clifton poem and rope imagery and the writing prompt. Thank you for another inspiring lesson! How do you imagine your journey of life and how do you want to represent it? ROUTE 66 As I travel to my next destination I wonder how long until … Read More →
Writing Course, Day 4 Windows, Baudelaire (year-long practice with extra prompts). I find I really enjoy incorporating the prompts and the challenge of putting all the words into a cohesive thought – but quickly and with sudden inspiration. Does anyone else wonder at where these thoughts even came from as they spill out of you … Read More →
From Nadia Colburn’s 31+ Day Meditation and Writing Course, Day 14 Prompts: GRASS CHILD OLD MOUTHS DEATH MOMENT HANDS My hands are old. I remember how smooth the skin was when I was a child, but now I have my grandmother’s hands. She’s under the grass now, my grandmother, and all the rest of those … Read More →
I always use writing to cope with a crisis – I wrote this poem last night and it gave me hope when I realized how much love is really out there. Pandemic Musings – a Poem The world stopped spinning suddenly And here I sit (not patiently) I watch the death toll rise each day … Read More →
You gave me the greatest gift of my life. My son. And here it is, nearly 40 years later, and I barely remember your smile. Our time together was so elusive, so temporary, yet permanently etched in my life. Your son, my son: your gift to me. And now our son has sons of his … Read More →
Flannery O’Connor has come up as a topic of conversation a few times in the past few months. I was writing my husband’s eulogy and remembered the time he took me to her home in Savannah as a little side trip on our driving trip to Florida. It was just one of the many thoughtful … Read More →