“The person susceptible to “wanderlust” is not so much addicted to movement as committed to transformation.”Pico Iyer A friend recently asked me why I travel so much. As I sit on on our deck this morning, swinging and clacking away at my laptop (blogging is the only time I don’t compose with pen and paper) … More On wanderlust and writing hard. On Iyer, Patchett and Loren
It all started with an innocent bowl of Cap’n Crunch and an even more innocent Kurt, excited for our morning of adventure. And it was really cramping my routine. Travel writer Paul Theroux is a major proponent of traveling alone to avoid the distractions of another person. He also believes in not using cameras because … More The Art of Canyon Solitaire: Reflections on Theroux, Abbey, and Kurt’s Cap’n Crunch
I wanted to share with you some tiny excerpts from an essay I’m working on right now. I’ve learned that even just blogging an essay is considered published, so I will have to alter what and how I blog from now on. But I promise to continue snippets of my work as well as drawings … More Why, How, What the…
Okay, okay. I don’t actually know how to “slam” or “jam” or anything remotely cool like that. But I couldn’t pass up going to an event titled “Creative Slam” in Madison, Indiana. The event page on Facebook I was invited to by my new friend and fellow writer JeffRey Phillips, had the following description: Open … More Creatively Slamming in Madison, Indiana
When I tell people I’m living in Madison, Indiana while my husband is on assignment here for work, two things happen. Firstly, they only hear the “Madison” part and start asking me about Wisconsin cheese and Green Bay Packers. Secondly, when they figure out that my Madison is a historic little town on the Ohio … More Junkyard for Poetry: The fair trade of a couple living in Madison, Indiana
Happy Summer Solstice! I’ve been celebrating summer for a few days already by picking my ripe black raspberries and making jam. I wanted to share a delicious mix with you, as well as a taste of what I did last night. I suppose the title of this blog should be Summer Solstice, Poetry, Jam…and Clowns, … More Summer Solstice Poetry Jam…and Clowns
My friend Dottie died. It happened the day I was mailing her a postcard from Viet Nam. I didn’t find out about her death until a couple days ago, when an email bounced back. I immediately sent another, thinking maybe a spam filter didn’t like my links. It also returned “Undeliverable.” I hoped maybe she … More Remembering Dottie Grossman (1937-2012)
Dear Reader, This blog is a thank you to a friend, for giving me a kick in the pants and a lesson in what matters—to you, and to me. This is for you, “M,” for your kind words and your constant belief that I bring something more than just meaningless babble.
Yesterday I met with a friend who has mentored me for almost twenty years. She knows me a little more than I’m comfortable with and isn’t afraid to tell me what she thinks of my progress (in both my writing and my personality). That’s absolutely the best kind of mentor to have, and she can … More Bubble popping
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