When is listening to a writer podcast as important as sitting down to write? When it’s A. C. Fuller’s Writer 2.0, a podcast dedicated to writing, publishing and the space between. I met A. C. Fuller at the 2015 Pacific Northwest Writers Association conference by attending his presentation on editing, and later, at his book […]
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How Do You Want to be Remembered?
Write down ten things that you want to be remembered for or ten characteristics that you want to be remembered for. Ten “totally you” remembrance criteria. Do this before you read any further so that you’re not influenced by the ten criteria that I’m going to share regarding my own life. “How do you want […]
From Hopeless to Hope – My Week at Kripalu Center for Yoga & Health
This is Mental Health Week. Last week I enjoyed a glorious retreat of self-discovery and restoration at Kripalu, the world famous yoga and wellness center in Stockbridge MA. I didn’t check in under my writer name and I definitely didn’t plan on writing about my time there. I also didn’t plan to be transformed by […]
Writing a Memoir isn’t for Sissies
Writing a memoir isn’t for sissies. Let me rephrase that. Writing a memoir is for hard core masochists- for those who truly enjoy pain- because, for the most part, that’s what you’re going to experience as you struggle with what to tell, what to hold back, and how the whole fits together. I was just […]
The Canoe Trip
A Comfort Vest, you may know, is a garment that’s designed to calm dogs who become frightened due to loud noises like thunder. You zip or click or velcro the vest onto them and the close fit provides the soothing comfort of a full body hug. I only learned of these at 4th of July […]
Relevant Reading
I’ve been reading since before dawn today. I awakened to find 2 tweets that led me into a couple hours of insight on themes that I’ve considered frequently during the writing and editing of The Girl with the Black and Blue Doll. Life. Death. Tears. The Universe. Themes that I devoted way too much time […]
Dirt Paths
I had a dirt path epiphany this week. A grounding, as it were. We moved to this mostly paved, though very rural, island nine months ago. Previously, we lived an isolated 45-miles-from-a-decent-grocery-store, dirt road lifestyle on a lake in the Ozarks. Now that we’ve been here for nine months, a period equal to full term […]
The Swimming Lessons
It’s the August full moon of midsummer, a time which always brings back memories of summer Sundays at my grandparents’ cottage on a lake in Massachusetts. By 4th of July, the hand-dug well on our farm had always gone dry so baths and shampoos were out of the question. As a substitute for Saturday nights […]
The Road to Marrakesh
After flights totaling 21 hours, we wearily checked into the El Mansour Hotel in the old Medina of Casablanca, Morocco. Roger left me in the dark shuttered room while he hailed a cab to pick up our rent-a-car. “I’ll be right back,” he said. That was more than 40 years ago. February 1975. Our honeymoon. […]