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.
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
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
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,…
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
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
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