Morning skies.

I am not a morning person. I am not a night person, either. I'd happily sleep from 11:00pm to 8:00am every single day. But I have children and ambitious dreams, so I rise early. Very early. This morning, I was up at 4:30, long before the birds and the children. Long before the sun. I … Continue reading Morning skies.

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Squeezing the writing into my everyday.

A writer friend linked to this lovely and inspiring piece, by Michelle Aldredge, about the ways the constraints of life, particularly those of parenthood, are essential to creativity. (Robin, the writer friend who led me to Michelle's post, writes truly beautiful things herself.) I considered the spaces into which I squeeze my own writing. My … Continue reading Squeezing the writing into my everyday.

A gem from the memoir class I’m teaching.

The topic: Creating your own character, i.e., shaping your persona The exercise: Using a two-person scene you've already written, write the scene again using the other person as the first person narrator. Silence as they write. Silence. Silence. Silence. Then, a chuckle. I glance up from my lesson plan. Bill laughs, running his fingers over … Continue reading A gem from the memoir class I’m teaching.

Anti-Consumerist Packrattery. Or: Too Much Stuff.

We moved our beds into our new apartment five weeks ago. That day was the mark, the date we titled "official," as if all our possessions and thoughts and emotions had fully left Gettysburg and comfortably settled in Silver Spring. We are anything but settled. Our house in Gettysburg is still stretched at the seams, … Continue reading Anti-Consumerist Packrattery. Or: Too Much Stuff.