write 2020
Dear me, It feels fitting to write a letter reflecting on living a write year. (Isn’t that punny?) I just read two blog posts about my OLW20: write. First, Hello… Read more write 2020 →
not the post i wanted
I’ve been writing a post for five days. This is not an exaggeration. I knew exactly what I wanted to write about—a response to the question, “What exactly do you… Read more not the post i wanted →
have a little fun: writers edition
When I was a kid, I loved unicorns. I collected unicorn figurines, even though it wasn’t the rage, and I would have given anything to have owned a unicorn shirt.… Read more have a little fun: writers edition →
a quest
In the summer weeks leading up to our wedding, Andy and I spent time with our parents. I remember wanting to be around them before things changed irrevocably. No longer… Read more a quest →
a new journey: memoir
It seems that memoir is captivating me. I keep wondering if it is a whim or if it is something that is taking root. A few weeks ago, I pulled… Read more a new journey: memoir →
the color of life
“Tell me your color of life, and I will tell you who you are. But that isn’t the point, not really. The point is for you to know who you… Read more the color of life →
childhood encounter with weather (no. 2)
At the frog pond, circa 1985. “Go get the stink blown off of you,” Mom said, and Jeff, my younger brother, and I high-tailed it out the backdoor. We jumped… Read more childhood encounter with weather (no. 2) →
childhood encounter with weather (no. 1)
Jeff and me in middle school…around the time of the following weather encounter. I am sure that we should not be home alone. I do not know what my parents… Read more childhood encounter with weather (no. 1) →
do i love?
I’ve been reading Handling the Truth: On the Writing of Memoir by Beth Kephart. Often I read like a wolf eats, ravenous and quick. I’ve been speeding along until I… Read more do i love? →