In my writing workshop last weekend, I had a bit of a freak out about respecting our kids’ right to privacy and not writing about them anymore. But those are my best pieces, I panicked. During a 10-minute free write, I wrote, As a stay-at-home-mom whose life consists of my husband, my children, these walls, … Continue reading We all have stories (part 2 of 2)
“Hey buddy, remember when you said it would be cool if I became an author?” I glanced at our nine year old son in the rear view mirror. “Yeah,” he said. “What do you think I should write about?” I wondered if he held fiction at the top of the writerly hierarchy and only thought … Continue reading The right to be forgotten (part 1 of 2)
When I sit at my tan desk, in our beige room, with dull buff carpet beneath my chair, I often have a hard time coming up with color words. I google “synonyms for green,” rifle through crayon boxes, and scroll through images of paint chips and artists’ color names, but I am not usually inspired … Continue reading Fistful of words
One of the crappy things about being young when you go to college is that you don’t have a clue what you want to do with your life. Not really. You’re 18 years old, still a kid, dedicating four years and tens of thousands of dollars to a path that, eh, it sounded good at … Continue reading I wish I’d have known
“I’m drinking coffee in bed.” That was going to be the first line of my blog post today, a line that I landed on at 3 o’clock AM and then continued with for hours as I lay awake, composing. And the line was going to be true. I was going to drink coffee in bed, … Continue reading Word spiders
Great minds discuss ideas. Average minds discuss events. Small minds discuss people. – Anonymous I’m in a funk. As I mentioned in a previous post, amidst the busyness of summer, I am not spending much time in contemplation. My writing is suffering for it. At first I didn’t mind. I was having fun with the … Continue reading No time to moodle
Butterfly Mind 