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....
Going

Going

It’s that time of year, when goings happen. There are so many graduations with young people moving onto the next chapter of their lives. Several friends are moving—Dulcie just moved into a new house, my best friend, Janene, is moving from Tennessee to Texas, and...

Feel it and write about it

I seem to be in a very emotional way as of late. An old man riding off in the passenger seat of his daughter’s car, baby ducks tumbling down the grassy slope into the pond, a Mother’s Day card from two years ago, the ache in my back – all of these things cause an...

Lessons from a Caryatid

On a recent trip to the Metropolitan Museum of Art in Manhattan, I saw  this sculpture and was taken aback by the sense of anguish. It mirrored the strain I sometimes feel when dealing with my responsibilities. Sometimes burden is so heavy that I actually feel...

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