Me with writer gal pals Sydney (left) and Carrie (right)
Today I wanna celebrate. Partly because I’m sick of my own Sad Sackery, but mostly because there are so many amazing writer girls in my world and I WANNA SCREAM ABOUT THEM! So I’m gonna.
Course I’m psyched that Alice Munro
Last night I was telling my husband why I’ve been such a bitch lately. I get lost, see. I get sad and lonely and feel unworthy. Then I do bad things.
Yesterday I didn’t want to use the internet at my house because we were on the verge of going over our
“Waah! OooRaaaah!” A lost child was crying somewhere near our bus stop.
My daughter’s head was swiveling. I wanted to keep walking. I didn’t want to get involved. These situations are never what they seem.
“There! In that tree!” She pointed to a thick branch about thirty feet overhead in a fir tree. A cat,
Growing up, my dad liked ferreting out individuals who routinely made decisions that resulted in terrible consequences. Like when a co-worker started dating a man who had “unfairly been sent to prison” or when the neighbor guy invested his savings in Amway. “Sure, they’re book smart, but they don’t have
A man’s face appeared outside the window of my office two days ago. Dark-haired. Early thirties. Startled me out of my chair.
I had been sitting at the computer typing away on a story. He stepped onto my porch, silent. His body made a shadow on the floor. I turned. He stared
Uses for Boys is one of those books I read in one sitting and can’t stop thinking about. Erica Lorraine Scheidt’s writing is sparse and unusual. She explores the psyche of a young girl, Anna, who is growing up without much connection or adult guidance.
The voice of Anna captivated me.
My mother-in-law loves Costco. For the record, I don’t want to love the two-pack cereal boxes or the vats of edamame hummus. I don’t want to indulge in so many free food samples that I skip lunch. I don’t want to pay a membership fee to a store at which I have
DO NOT do any of these if blogging is important to you!
Ok, truth: this is really a list of five stupid things that have kept ME from blogging for the past month…
1. I got in a fight. Not like punching or anything. My mom and I drove to Idaho with
An abandoned dairy near my house has become a rest stop for migrating birds–mostly Canada geese–and I can’t help slowing my car on mornings after I’ve dropped my daughter at school to gaze out into the field and watch the birds. Last week, I did a double-take when I noticed white
One year ago today I wrote my first blog post. The post stunk, mainly because I was trying too hard to be something I’m not: a writer who, on a first draft, can write brilliant online fiction. The experience taught me that like most mortals, I must spend hours and
I’m alone in one of the library’s tiny study rooms trying to write something deep and profound. That’s what REAL writers do. I don’t want to be a failure, so I try to think deep thoughts.
The door is closed and even though I’ve been here only twenty minutes (distracted by texts
Do you see my bird friend? He’s in the very center.
A lone red-breasted bird in my yard uses his beak like tiny tongs to pick up wet, rotting maple leaves. The leaves stick together, but he manages to flip over these soggy pancakes, and delve into the underneath.
