Category: 2015

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2016: A Year in Preview, On Becoming.

For the past couple of years I have been posting a year in preview as opposed to a year in review. It was meant to be both tongue-in-cheek and hopeful. Clearly, I had no idea how much hubris was involved in these posts. In my defense, I never posted absolutes. It was mostly about the emotional life of a human. But even that, as we … Read More 2016: A Year in Preview, On Becoming.

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blessing

Blessing. Bless you. Blessed. God Bless. I am blessed. You are blessed. Bless. The word, in its many forms, is overused. Hashtagged. Blown into the wind like an air kiss. Tossed away. Get up off your knees and walk. Use your hands to climb, to build. My arms are open and ready to receive you. Not as a god would, but as one with … Read More blessing

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valletta78, by Erin Fitzgerald

Last week, I read Erin Fitzgerald‘s excellent new book, valletta78. It is a book filled with humor and sadness. It is also a book that made me think and consider my own life. When I started working as a content producer for an onilne portal in 1997, I didn’t understand the people who hung out in our chatrooms and on our discussion boards. What … Read More valletta78, by Erin Fitzgerald

‘Tenderness, fragility, an understanding beyond her years’ – Myfanwy Collins

Originally posted on My Memories of a Future Life:
My guest this week has just one musician in her book-s arsenal – a singer who  perfectly, wholly, uncannily embodied the character she was searching for. The story is a young adult novel – a new departure for the writer, who has had other works published in the adult market and in literary magazines. Anyway,…

home

It was hot and breezy yesterday. My run should have been more difficult than it was. But it just keeps getting easier. I came back to running a month or so ago.I had forgotten how much joy it gives me to use my body this way. To propel myself forward. I also forgot about the joy of stopping and witnessing the beauty around me. … Read More home

No Jumping Off

The road leads through the marsh. The Parker River spins and spins its way out and back. In the summer, kids jump off the railing into the water below. It’s not far but it is a leap of faith. The river is tidal, the depth not set. The bridge is compromised and was shut down over the winter. Some authority put a sign up … Read More No Jumping Off

remember, a wall of lilacs

That winter I dreamed that my father was in his car, his jeep, and that my sisters and I had been called to say good bye to him. He said good bye and that he loved us and he waited for a machine to come and crush him. I woke up in a panic but refused to tell anyone about the dream. It felt … Read More remember, a wall of lilacs

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mama: for those without one

The first sound that was close to a word that my son made was da. He would repeat it all the time, dadadada. I tried to get him to say ma. Mamamama. But it took a while. We read that the da sound is easier than the ma sound and that’s why it often comes first. I spent a good deal of time wondering … Read More mama: for those without one

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Paved: On Finding My Way Home

Yesterday the town decided it was time to pave the cross street to our subdivision. The road has been in horrible shape for years, not to mention that it is narrow and has no shoulder. It’s a road I know by heart not just from driving on it but from running on it. I know where the blind spots are. I know where the … Read More Paved: On Finding My Way Home

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let us be broken

My son tries to take a picture of me but I can’t stop moving. I hear birds making noise in the arbor vitae and think about the nest and eggs. Babies. I turn my head as he takes a picture. The camera is locked on lens blur and so my limbs are smeared. He is pleased with the picture because he tells me I … Read More let us be broken

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Do You Know Who I Am: On Writing and Identity

I had a job interview once for a job I sort of wanted. It was going to be a long commute and we needed the money. I interviewed with some peers and potential boss and then one of the founders of the company was going to meet with me. He walked into the room and the first thing he said to me was, “Do … Read More Do You Know Who I Am: On Writing and Identity

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self-promotion, bookselling, blah blah blah

As you probably know, I am in the middle of launching my new book, THE BOOK OF LANEY. It is a young adult novel and so a bit of a departure for me. I am extremely proud of this book and I hope those of you who have read it will believe me and know this to be true when I say it: I … Read More self-promotion, bookselling, blah blah blah

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