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Doing The Most (And Therefore, Not Writing)
Photo: Photo within a photo, both taken at the beautiful (and allegedly haunted) MIT Endicott House in Dedham, Massachusetts. The perfect place for a writing retreat. I had every intention of posting my serial story episode last week. So many good intentions… But the thing is, I was wearing my leader hat last week. I
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A New Season of Self: Or, The Next Evolution of This Rock Kid’s Mom
Photo: An electric guitar. Prized possession of my kiddo. As a writer, I feel a particular, if curious, satisfaction at the “tentpole” moments in life. The “firsts” my kids go through are generally inevitable and predictable. They also rely on life going the way life goes: which is often meandering and apt to distraction. Everyone
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The Echo of Memory
Photo: A perfectly clear blue sky over Maryland on a very normal day. I often describe days with that color sky as “technocolor perfect.” That’s the thought I had on that Tuesday morning in 2001: it’s a technocolor dream kind of day. I don’t know how many other East Coast folk who remember that day
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Starting a New Project and Writing What I Know
Photo: Messy handwriting scribbled across notebook pages set against a monitor on a messy, messy desk. On the monitor, Scrivener, beloved software for authors like me. A blank page open and ready to receive an interpretation of the scribbles in legible, pixilated text form. Eventually, that translation turned into episode one of Silverwood: a Serial



