Love Story

My son came home a year ago last July.  He had gone missing, and every phone call from an unknown number, every news story about an unidentified body that had been found and every account of someone killed in a police confrontation made my heart race. In the months and weeks before we parted ways, my […]

Sunday morning, obviously 

Of every other day of the week, Sunday should really smell like bacon and coffee.  Really.  About a year ago, I let go of my frantic grasping of vegetarian eating with the startling realization that even adherence to that noble gastric discipline takes lives.  This morning I stand quietly in my kitchen peeling the wrapping […]

Relief

It is quiet in the house this morning.  The sun sparkling against new leaves is casting soft shadows against the oaks outside my bedroom window.  The cat will not negotiate her choice of spot to nap and so I compromise and sit farther from the lamp than I had wanted to.   It seems I […]

Just Keep Swimming

How to finish the book.  It seems close to being done sometimes.  My fatigue in the evening drains me of incentive.  Weekends are my only respite since I have a day job to sustain throughout the week.  I must keep trying.  Annie Dillard claims a book often takes years to complete.  I know there are […]

What’s A Writer To Do?

Happy New Year!  I’ve been writing a book.  A memoir, if you’re asking me what sort of book it is.  Someone once told me that everyone has at least one story to tell but I believe that within the one story there are hundreds or maybe thousands of stories.  That is encouraging to me.  There […]