“The sculpture is already complete within the marble block, before I start my work. It is already there, I just have to chisel away the superfluous material.” I can think of no better description of my writing process than this quote by Michelangelo. If I have...
Your recent prompt for blog entries about art struck me for the number of ways it matched my thought process while writing my poem, “Perspectives.” When my daughter, Kailey, sent me this yoga selfie, I was transfixed by the difficulty of any person finding the point...
Being a dog owner has proved to be one of the most challenging, but extraordinary experiences of my life. When I was lodged in the mud of a toxic relationship, I decided to get a puppy. Ruckus (his all-too-fitting name) became my very best friend in a way that other...
One of my oldest friends, who’s not a writer, recently said to me, “I think you need to move on in your work.” Move on, she means, from writing about pregnancies, babies born premature, NICU stays — poems reverberating with the despair of a new...
In a few weeks, my husband, daughter and I will move out of the yellow house across from the public library, a house that has been in his family for 75 years. Daisy, now 18, was 2 years old when she nestled into the same bedroom in which her grandmother spent her...
In the dark night of my habits, when sleep avoids me like a troublesome child, I find my life has become a series of other people’s requests, demands, interests and needs. Surely, it’s my fault, all mine, to have put myself on the lowest shelf, deep behind the...
