Five things not to do when you can’t sleep

It’s 1:30 in the morning and I can’t sleep. Not only do I want to sleep, but I really need to. We’ve been at the beach for the last four days and tomorrow we’re going home. My insomnia could be a touch of resistance about re-entering the real world. Life...

On Love as in Who and How Do We Love

“Can such stiff and formal moldings as words capture the spirit-essence of love?”  – Pearl Buck. The answer seems to be – it depends on who you ask. If you ask a poet, he or she might say My love is like a Red Red Rose Or You only have to let the soft animal...

A Writer’s POV

Every time I have to write a new blog I feel as if I’ve been tossed into a black hole. I don’t know where to start or what to write about. Sometimes my ideas are so clear the blog writes itself, but unfortunately that happens so infrequently it’s hardly...

a pain in my neck

I have a pain in my neck. I mean a real pain in my neck, like the kind Mary Shelley must have been having when she envisioned the character of Frankenstein; his head being held on with a bolt that went clean through from one side to the other. Sometimes, it keeps me...
Painting and Perfectionism

Painting and Perfectionism

“Perfectionism has nothing to do with getting it right. It has nothing to do with fixing things. It has nothing to do with standards. Perfectionism is a refusal to let yourself move ahead. It is a loop—an obsessive, debilitating closed system that causes you to get...

training bras

Church was the weirdest thing in the world when I was a kid.  We went – my sister, my brother, my mother and father and me – to a very wooden congregational church in New Rye, NH.  Women wore dresses and gloves and men wore dark suits and white shirts and...

Fishing

I declared a writing retreat for myself this weekend. A conspiracy of seemingly unrelated events was to leave me home alone from Saturday morning to Sunday evening and I had little choice but to make good on my blah blah blah for why my writing over the past few...
From Mother-writer to Writer-mother

From Mother-writer to Writer-mother

Writing this blog was hard. I didn’t really have time, because I’m on a Midwest college tour with my sixteen-year-old daughter. We drove 12 hours from Georgia to Michigan. We spent four days in Michigan touring The University of Michigan and visiting family....

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