An Inside Job

“There’s a disconnect between up here and down there,” my new acupuncturist said on our first date. “What is it about your body that you don’t want to hear?”She said this to me as she pointed first to my head and then to my achy bones.  She said we have some work to...

Filling the Well by Ann Hedreen

 When I was seventeen, I met a striking young woman named Victorine Meurent. She wore her hair tied back in a blue ribbon and an embroidered white blouse. She had eyes like brown beach glass and a bold gaze that held me without blinking as we stared each other down,...
Embracing Uncertainty

Embracing Uncertainty

One of the best things I could have done for my writing was to take a painting class. Though it uses the same skills that I use as a writer, I’m less obsessed with the outcome. I’m more aware of thoughts that encumber my progress. I notice areas of resistance and...

Honoring a Friend

I recently lost a very dear friend. Her death was unexpected and senseless and incredibly sad. While I don’t want to dwell on the sadness of her death, I think it’s important for me to acknowledge it because for several weeks I couldn’t. In my mind...
Mothers and Daughters

Mothers and Daughters

I hung the lonely pirate today, on the wall in my office.  My mom bought it for me when she and Henry went to the Farnsworth Museum the spring before she got sick.  She bought it for me because she said she thought of me when she saw it. The pirate looks defeated and...

My Dream by Annie Brett

Mom asks me regularly about my writing, in that sort of soft, “I-don’t-want-to-scare-you-off-by-sounding-too-intense-about-this-so-I’m-going-to-pretend-I-don’t-care-much-but-I-really-think-it’s-important” voice. Because when your mother is a...

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