Rebecca S. Krantz

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.

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

I’ve spent the last eleven days doing a writing “retreat” at the house I used to live in, which has been vacant this month. I put “retreat” in quotes for a number of reasons. One of our newer friends at our cohousing community likes to tease me and Don about how much time we spend

I recently heard the term “extinction burst” for the first time. I found it so evocative. The context was someone telling me how she’s planning to cut back her hours at one of her jobs next year, but she ended up with more work there than ever in the short run because a colleague got