“MOM!” It was about as urgent as a teenage boy is willing to sound. But I’m writing. “MOM!” I hear it again, so I leave my office and run upstairs to find out what’s got my son riled up. He’s standing in the hallway outside of his bathroom. He points to the...
I haven’t had much time to make photos lately, and if I’m being really honest, it’s mostly been a lack of inspiration. The holidays are over, it’s cold outside and it seems my creative self has gone into hibernation. So, I dug into my “archives” and found some photos...
I wore black and white checked capris with elastic suspenders lined with protest buttons. Give peace a chance. Make art not war. I (heart) New York. My shirt was an old Hanes undershirt I had scribbled on with sharpie markers. Pictures of a paintbrush, drama masks,...
FactsI left home when I was 17 years old and finished high school while living with a woman I’d met through babysitting her children. She served as a mentor to me in many ways, some good, some not so good and eventually I met a man who wanted to get out...
REBEL WITHOUT CAUSE ‘I am not human, I’m Sarah’ was perhaps my earliest form of rebellion, in response to the taunting of older siblings. But it stuck. To this day I defy rules, cannot sign on the right line, fail miserably at standardized box-filling...
First of all, I’d like to extend a hearty hello to everyone reading this post. My name is Sandra Marchetti and as many of you may already know, this is my first week on the job as the new Poetry Editor for Minerva Rising. I am thrilled to be in the fold and am...
As President of Winston-Salem Writers this year, I feel obligated to attend each and every event, program, and workshop that we sponsor. This month’s membership meeting was “Your Creative Year: Transforming Ideas into Action.” I don’t need an action plan; I need more...
Something I can never explain, or even fully understand, pulled me back here. – Barbara Kingsolver, Small Wonder When I read that line in Kingsolver’s essay, “Knowing Our Place”, I felt sad. It made me think of Detroit....
It was 50 degrees in Chicago two days ago–not exactly beach weather, but a heat wave by our winter standards. Today the low will be 3 degrees, not including a below zero windchill. Brrrrr! I admit that we’ve had a mild winter and it’s a little early...
I miss a lot by not having cable. I know that sentence is odd, though I’m not quite sure which part of that would strike you the most odd — the not having cable or that fact that I miss a lot. While everyone enjoys seeing things like Here Comes Honey...
