Things are changing. I can’t put my finger on specifically what it is. But I feel it when I wake up in the morning. I hear it in the rustle of the breeze through the trees. I see it in the color of the leaves. There’s a pregnant pause. A calm before the...
I’ve been reading a book called “One Person/Multiple Careers: The Original Guide to the Slash Career (Volume 1)” by Marci Alboher. I can’t recall where I heard about it, but the concept was intriguing enough for me to buy it. Much of the book contains narratives of...
I spent time Sunday with my siblings – two brothers and a sister. We gathered in rural New Hampshire to spread what remained of my mother’s ashes in the old family cemetery across from our childhood home. The four of us stood together briefly under a mottled autumn...
I’m in a writing slump. By slump I mean I don’t want to do it. Instead, I wander around Target. I look up recipes on Pinterest. I work on perfecting my tweets. I drive to Starbucks for coffee. I check Facebook. I read email. I contemplate getting a job. But there is...
While on my way home from running errands one Saturday morning in March I drove down my town’s main street and was treated to quite a display of Americana. Lined up and down the street were fire trucks that were paired up across from one another and “holding” an...
I’ve often felt much like Kim describes in “Over Our Heads.” But I know the magic happens when we step outside of our comfort zone. And believe me, it’s really cool when you get a glimpse of the possibilities. I’m headed to Seattle for...
“The conversation of kisses. Subtle, engrossing, fearless, transforming.” ― Alice Munro, Runaway Yesterday’s prompt got me thinking and writing about kissing. What was his name – maybe Arthur or Jay or Jared? I don’t so much remember his name as I remember the...
I used to be a runner. Three to four days a week, I’d throw on a sports bra, tee shirt, shorts and running shoes, and hit the pavement. I’d run rain or shine. I’d run when it was 90 degrees. I’d run when it was well below zero. I’d run at...
“I release you, my beautiful and terrible fear. I release you. You were my beloved and hated twin, but now, I don’t know you as myself” ― Joy Harjo I have always feared insanity, my own and others. It seemed the worst thing that could happen to me (the thing I...
I’m taking an art class. I knew I would have to start with the basics, but I didn’t realize that meant learning how to hold my pencil. My teacher informed me that the death grip that I usual hold my pencil in makes my shading look scratchy and uneven. She...
