The Box at the Back of My Closet
And why it haunts me. My mother died at the age of 96. I think of her as having lived until 92 and then taking a long, leisurely approach to death. That autumn when she was 92, she had a…
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Are You Wasting Enough Time?
The Radical Magic of Laziness There is a poem that haunts me: Lying in A Hammock at William Duffy’s Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota by James Wright. It’s only thirteen lines long, and the last one kills me every time:…
At a Writer’s Conference?
Do This, Not That: Seven Success Tips Attending a conference can be a powerfully inspiring and educational experience, connecting you with published authors, agents, editors, and propelling you forward on your writing journey. Or it can be an intimidating and…
The Pleasure of Recognition
Coming From A Fellow Blogger, It Means a Lot Enormous and heartfelt thanks to Hannah at Books and Bakes ! She was kind enough to nominate me for the Blogger Recognition Award, and I will herewith pass along her quote…
I Think I’m Pregnant
No, not literally. Those of you who read this blog know that I’m way too far along life’s path for that. Which is, frankly, fine with me. I loved being a pregnant lady and adored my babies, along with the…