I love reading fiction, often for escape. Cozy fantasy, like TJ Klune or Travis Baldree. I don’t love reading grim fiction, or non-fiction, and don’t do a whole lot of it, but sometimes I’m motivated by wanting to understand the world better. Last year, for instance, I read Too Much and Never Enough : How […]
The last few months have been a creative period for me. While cranking away on my novel revisions with the amazing help of Kate Moses, I’m beginning to facilitate workshops on some of the ideas from the story with colleague/friends Jean and Julie. We held an in-person CORE Circle in July and a Zoom one
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A child part of me still and always wishing for the watching parent to come to help to praise to scold to rescue always expecting a teacher taking notes for the report card wanting to believe in a God a Santa Claus or a Karmic Record to have my skills
Last night my contemplative writing teacher gave us the prompt “Where the Light Gets In.” The phrase comes originally, I believe, from the Leonard Cohen song, Anthem. Miriam provided some very nice additional ideas about colors and shades, and going towards the radiance. I wasn’t feeling it. I wrote: The cracks, right? Where the light gets in.
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It has been 10 years since I surrendered my breasts to save my life from an aggressive cancer. As I underwent five months of heavy-duty chemotherapy before the surgery, my energy diminished and I let go of a number of activities. I wrote more, and worked with clay less. The sculptures I did make during
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