Brushes with Blackness, 1
All of us who are white in America were born into a country steeped in racism. Even for those of …
Category Archives: Creative Nonfiction
La Gitana, My Larger Self
When I first started this blog eight years ago, I had planned on using it as a vehicle for writing …
Wrapped Around Schrodinger’s Cat
That’s where I’ve been these last ten days or so, wrapped around Schrödinger’s cat in that state of unknowing. My …
The Poetics of Place: Redwood Speech,Watershed Prayers
“I want to see our words jump off the ground, erupt from a sensual earth, musty, humid, gritty. I want …
The Rich and Sensual World of Scent
Lately I’ve become obsessed by scent. Perfume, to be more precise. I seldom wear it, which is why this obsession …
Riffing on Roses, Beauty Past Knowing
Lately I’ve been playing with roses, photographing them at different stages in bloom, at different times of day, against varied backgrounds, just …
Dancing Through Time and Space, Pinching Ourselves Awake
As you read this, I’ll have flown across the Atlantic and landed in Madrid. I may be strolling through the …
Mothering the World, A Tall Order
My novel From the Far Ends of the Earth is about relationships between mothers and children and all the ways …
Right, at Last, and Wide Open
I’m letting my hair grow out. Like a girl again. It’s past my shoulders already, still mostly brown with a …
“Truth & Love Wins” Redux
I am happy to report that at least in one very narrow slice of life, truth and love has indeed …
