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 …
Category Archives: Writing
Within the White Hot Flow of Writing
That’s where I am. Where I love to be. I began a new novel almost as soon as I finished …
“To Be Replaced by Love” – George Saunders’ Wish for Graduates
With graduation season upon us, I thought I’d re-share the most inspiring graduation speech I ever read. One by the …
Pinch Me! Writers House Accepts My Novel
I’m so excited. Robin Rue, a senior agent at Writers House, one of the top 20 literary agencies in 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 …
Music Like Waves, Rising, Dispersing
I came across this poem on one of my favorite blogs O at the Edges. I love the image of …
Immersed in One’s Art
There’s something immensely satisfying to see Helen Frankenthaler immersed in her art this way. I found this image on Facebook, …
Poetry that Takes Us Beyond Articulation
Some of us are always seeking a path beyond ourselves, beyond articulation. It’s not escape. It’s the opposite of escape. …
“Water Falling Through Sunlight” – Poem & Paintings for Troubled Times
September, 1918 This afternoon was the color of water falling through sunlight; The trees glittered with the tumbling of leaves; …
