In which our heroine bangs her head against the wall again and expects it not to hurt, again. “Art isn’t anecdote. It’s the consciousness we bring to bear on our lives.” ~ Cheryl Strayed as Dear Sugar I’ve been trying to really think hard on this one. What is the Read more…
I am not reading as much as I wanted to. I am not writing as much as I wanted to. What am I doing as much as I wanted to? Well, loving, running, cooking good food. I’m doing the best I can while I can. That said, I did finish Read more…
First of all, I have several to-be-read stacks. There are two shelves in the bedroom, both over full (and that doesn’t count the poetry books above them, mixed in with the ones I have read, that I need to read, like Richard Siken’s Crush and that Mary Ruefle and Natalie Read more…
I love reading the writing of people I know. It’s not just because I’m stoked to know what they care most about, there’s the added dimension of camaraderie and a sense of community, like WE ARE ALL IN THIS TOGETHER. Someone recently suggested, and not directly mind you, that writing positive Read more…