I never know how or when a story will come, or where I’ll be when an image or a phrase drifts into my consciousness and lands. Some people carry paper with them everywhere they go, or at least know how to use their Smart Phones to take notes better than I do. I’m not an … Continue reading »
Category Archives: On Writing
Leaves and Lit
Is it possible that I get to both live in Vermont in October and attend the Brattleboro Literary Festival as if I am a tourist? Yep, it’s true. And what I mean by a tourist is this… For many years, with young children in the house, I’d race down the treacherous curves of Rte 9, … Continue reading »
List: 10 Reasons to Invest in Print Lit Mags
Carve Magazine, one of my favorite on-line literary magazines, is about to launch a print publication to promote their mission. From their website… “Carve is named in honor of Raymond Carver, short story artist and master of the ‘minimalist’ form, though his later works espoused a longer, more detailed style. We admire this dyad, as … Continue reading »
AWP Chicago
I’m back to my writing desk. Woke up with the Vermont sun on glare snow, longing for the 9,999 writers who occupied my landscape the past 5 days. Some old friends. Some new friends. Some friends to save for another time. Here are just a few of the many highlights… Best Tourist Move A brief … Continue reading »
Stories Like Spring in Vermont
April 16th in Marlboro, Vermont, and my garden fork hits frozen ground at 4 inches. Funny that our cars sink in ruts deep enough to plant bushes in the road, yet we can barely find enough softness for sprouting peas in our yards. The goal for the gardens this year is to replace most of … Continue reading »
The Mudroom
How is cleaning the mudroom like writing a thesis? Recently an urban friend of mine on Facebook confessed that he had to Google the word “mudroom” in order to follow the meaning behind a silly thread in which I had mentioned my mudroom. I suppose I’ve been taking my mudroom for granted. Doesn’t everyone have … Continue reading »
Rigmarole
A few days ago, I met an old friend on the street who I hadn’t talked to in months. After a few pleasantries she asked, “So, where are you working?” I’m still not used to that question, having recently retired from a regular teacher job and a career that I had remained dedicated to for … Continue reading »
