Mourning a Man Who is Not Mine to Grieve: Africa’s Mandela

Though his death was no surprise, I was surprised by how much it hurt to read this morning. My heart has been tumbling over itself with emotion. I learned the news from my nephew in America. Here in South Africa I woke with Kurt around 4:45. The first thing I do each morning is check … More Mourning a Man Who is Not Mine to Grieve: Africa’s Mandela

A Man in the Jaws of a Crocodile

There is a writer I follow on Facebook who regularly posts inspiring quotes. I don’t always catch his posts, but on days I’m watching my News Feed, I’m always moved by what he chooses. Recently he posted one that has become a personal favorite. It’s a quote that reflects my perspective on life, and I … More A Man in the Jaws of a Crocodile

Writing is Like Christmas Morning…at the Bates Motel

Some days, writing is like Christmas morning: I can’t wait to get up and unwrap all the gifts my brain left me during the night. Of course, the way my brain seems to encode life and decipher events, I don’t always know if what I unwrap is going to be a lovely, knit cardigan or … More Writing is Like Christmas Morning…at the Bates Motel

24 Books in 24 Months (by 24 South African Authors): Writer Wednesday!

Writer Wednesday is back…with a twist. Once per month I will tell you the latest book I’ve read by a South African author. I decided one way I can easily honor living in South Africa for the next couple years is to read at least one book per month by a different South African author … More 24 Books in 24 Months (by 24 South African Authors): Writer Wednesday!

Wallenda’s Highwire Locale, and the Supermoon: “Creative” Nonfiction?

First, did you watch the breath-holding tightwire walk across a 1500 foot gorge next to the Grand Canyon? Holy crapballs that’s some freaky stuff. I guess they even built in a 10-second delay on the live broadcast “just in case.” Eek. And how about that “Supermoon!?” What a night! Welcome to Manuscript Monday. Haven’t had … More Wallenda’s Highwire Locale, and the Supermoon: “Creative” Nonfiction?

Geraldine Brooks Tickets, Ned Stuckey-French, and a Poem on Ms Monday!

You’re probably getting sick of me talking about this move to South Africa as much as I’m getting sick of preparing for it. I wonder what life is like in non-hoarding brains. It must be amazing to be able to store and pack without first having to navigate paths of toppling boxes, clothing and, well, … More Geraldine Brooks Tickets, Ned Stuckey-French, and a Poem on Ms Monday!

Last Chance to Enter!

Today is your last opportunity to enter to win the autographed hardcover of bestselling memoir, Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail. Easy to enter! Click here for original post. Hurry! You only have until 5pm today! Winner will be announced tomorrow. Busy week here for me. I have a seemingly endless … More Last Chance to Enter!

Bottled Flatulence of Literary Elitism and the Cannibalistic Marla-Cow (Manuscript Monday!)

Before I dig into these next couple weeks of bringing you giveaways and posts singing the praises of the annual AWP conference, I have to tell you that finding energy and inspiration from the AWP conference of 12,000+ attendees doesn’t come without navigating my way through a lot of chest-puffing, harumphing, and that bottled flatulence … More Bottled Flatulence of Literary Elitism and the Cannibalistic Marla-Cow (Manuscript Monday!)