Tag Archives: The writing life

Beauty of process

“Good hunting is no more about killing an animal than good sex is about making babies or good writing is about publication. The excitement, even the fulfillment is in the beauty of the search.” ~ Pam Houston, “The Blood of Fine … Continue reading

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Talk to me

On a sunny and chilly Saturday following Thanksgiving, my heart began to race and I found my brain racing to worrisome conclusions that I fought to push down, all due to a delayed reply from my daughter. I was texting … Continue reading

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Singing in grape jelly air

I took out my camera for the first time yesterday, first time since Mexico, because I noticed that my sedum was growing inside a grouping of tulips, both plants simultaneously pushing up through the soil, although the tulips were near … Continue reading

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Banana Peel

Yesterday was a tough day. Days when we feel sorry for ourselves always are. Like you, I have my damn demons and they all decided to torment the fuck out of me in the afternoon. You know the saying, “don’t … Continue reading

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Totality

Darkness enters in the middle of the day on a Monday afternoon and we stand still. We stand, some looking up at the eclipse, others, like me, watching the darkness creep across the horizon, dusk coming just before noon. Street … Continue reading

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I thought I knew you: A letter to the other side

Dear Friends and Family that are Trump Supporters: We are standing on opposite sides of a canyon and no amount of reaching across this divide helps us to touch. The walls are slippery and jagged and our heels are dug in and … Continue reading

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Awake

Dragonflies come to life by bending their abdomens and cracking the skin below their head while twisting into an impossible position. They emerge head first and upside down, spending hours waiting for their new skin to harden. Only then, if they … Continue reading

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Reaching Back and Leaning Forward

Every fall I write about the ‘yearning’ I experience in September. Here’s this year’s ramble. I sit in the backyard listening to crickets while cosmos gently sway in the wind, sometimes becoming weighed down by bees nosing the scrumptious center. … Continue reading

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Nothing Happened. Everything Happened.

“The time you enjoy wasting is not wasted time.” Bertrand Russell Road tripping does good for the soul. Adventures that involve new sights and minimal deadlines and space to freely roam open my eyes and mind and provide that mind … Continue reading

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Life Rituals

I moved to Colorado almost six years ago and since then my daughters, now young women, have visited me many times. I’ve traveled to Denver International Airport more times since I’ve lived here than my entire lifetime in Massachusetts. I … Continue reading

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