Memoir

  • Maternal Pop-ups — Part One

    What do you do when your dead mother pops-up? Pay attention? Continue reading

    Maternal Pop-ups — Part One
  • “I Can At Least Write”

    The wisdom of a teenage writer in the 1940’s resonates even more eight decades later. Continue reading

    “I Can At Least Write”
  • Years of the Cicadas

    For decades, the appearance of the 17-year cicadas was my life metaphor. Then I saw the light. Continue reading

    Years of the Cicadas
  • Bag to Basics

    Sometimes the solutions to your frustrations can be in the bag. Continue reading

    Bag to Basics
  • Magnetic Fuel

    “Writing about writer’s block is better than not writing at all.” — Charles Bukowski (1920-1994), underground writer and poet Continue reading

    Magnetic Fuel
  • Eye Openings 11/19/20

    Why had I purchased 200+ pieces of art for a small, 840-square-foot home with limited wall space? Continue reading

    Eye Openings 11/19/20
  • First Lines

    In April, I began an on-line writing course with Natalie Goldberg, whose intensive writing retreats have changed my life. I attended my first retreat with her in March 1996 and the second in 2006 and 2007. At the heart of… Continue reading

    First Lines
  • On Turning 66

    Today I turn 66 which is meaningful for two reasons: one, I am now eligible for full Social Security benefits.  More significantly, I have now lived my life respecting my lesbianism for as long I as I lived my life fearing… Continue reading

    On Turning 66
  • Ignite 5/31/19

    “Flannery O’Connor said that anyone who has survived childhood has enough material to write for the rest of his or her life. Maybe your childhood was grim and horrible, but grim and horrible is okay if it is well done.… Continue reading

    Ignite 5/31/19
  • My First Boyfriend

    My first boyfriend died on May 15. Jack Boyer was 66 years old. He gave me what my mother labeled, “Sharie’s first ‘love’ note on October 21, 1959. Jack and I were in first grade. Jack died suddenly from an… Continue reading

    My First Boyfriend