I am nibbling at the edges of The Writer’s Portable Mentor, reading a page here and there with my morning yogurt, absorbing Long’s pretty words. And when I got to page 31, “Make your own lexicon,” the day after I bought a brand new Moleskine, I couldn’t wipe the stupid grin off my face: Buy … Continue reading Gathering words
It is early. Pre-dawn. The house is asleep except for me, and the heater hisses its warmth into the house. It is grocery day, and it will be another rainy one. I have risen at 6 am, an hour before my family, nearly every morning for three weeks, to write. I love this time of … Continue reading Click, and click, and click, and click
“We cannot say, ‘It was my imagination,’ because three other people were there too.” “I could say,” Eleanor put in, smiling, “ ‘All three of you are in my imagination; none of this is real.’ ” -Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House I just read The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson, and … Continue reading The Haunting of Hill House: Holy Crap.
I was drinking tea a while back – a blend of white tea, orange peel, and exotic spices – and as I stood over the cup, pouring steaming water over the leaves, a delicate fragrance bloomed into my nostrils, and I was in the elegant Orient. I remember the day we bought the tea. I … Continue reading A world of pleasure. In my nostrils.
I sat at the kitchen table with my journal, and when I looked up, I saw hand prints on the glass door, horizontal lines of blinds, square pattern of tiles, vertical lines of the fence. There were shoes strewn about on the porch, trikes parked haphazardly, toys littered everywhere. If I turned my eyes back … Continue reading Too much to see
When we lived in Minnesota, we enrolled our daughter in the state sponsored Early Childhood Family Education (ECFE) program. We paid a small fee, sent her to preschool two mornings per week, and twice a month I joined her in her classroom. On parent days, the moms would spend an hour with our kids, then … Continue reading We talked to our kids about sex