Writing

  • Ignite 9/7/18

    The night before last, I overheard on cable news the term, “primeval fear.” Not “primal fear,” but “primeval fear.” The reference, as you might guess, was to the current occupant of the Oval Office.  I hadn’t heard the word, “primeval”… Continue reading

    Ignite 9/7/18
  • Ignite 8/17/18

    Who’s the person NOT on Facebook, but still remembers your birthday?  That’s right — grandma! Grandmothers keep us happy (and fed) . . . and in the case of this week’s cartoons . . . laughing. Continue reading

    Ignite 8/17/18
  • Magic Horse

    Yesterday I imagined walking into the lobby of the Bread Loaf Inn in the Green Mountains near Middleburg, Vermont to register as a general contributor at the 2018 Bread Loaf Writers Conference. I imagined quickly signing up for the workshops… Continue reading

    Magic Horse
  • One-Note Draft

    What is memoir? What isn’t memoir? Sometimes (and in my case, more often than not), the memoirist can’t tell until she steps back and reads the words she’s written. As most of you know, I’ve been working on a memoir… Continue reading

    One-Note Draft
  • Feed Your Head — Part Two

    “The theater, when it is potent enough to deserve its ancestry, is always dangerous. That is why it is instinctively feared by people who do not want change, but only preservation of the status quo.” For 28 years, the plays… Continue reading

    Feed Your Head — Part Two
  • My Willow Oak

    Early yesterday morning, I heard a thundering thud . . . so loud, it scared my cat, Jem, and drove me outside my front door. Had accumulated snow melted and slipped from a tall building? Impossible, it was July. Had… Continue reading

    My Willow Oak
  • Sisters Showing Up

    “We are each other’s reference point at our turning points.” This quote from Elizabeth Fishel’s book, Sisters: Shared Histories, Lifelong Ties — a compilation of more than 150 interviews and questionnaires with more than 150 women — describes what my… Continue reading

    Sisters Showing Up
  • Spit and Spitfire

    Hell hath no fury like a woman outwitted by technology. You heard me — nothing saps a woman’s creativity more than inexplicable technical glitches for which there is no logical pattern. No rhyme. No reason. Do not pass go. Do… Continue reading

    Spit and Spitfire
  • Test Post

    Troubleshooting troubleshooting Continue reading

  • Showing Up — Part Two

    My mother died the way she lived — stubbornly and privately. Two weeks earlier she had suffered a catastrophic stroke with no hope for recovery. She had signed an advance directive not to start or continue life-sustaining procedures and was… Continue reading

    Showing Up — Part Two