Tag: Blog
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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…
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When the Cicada Song Ends

Photo: A spider floating ominously against a cloudy sky. Apparently it is big-ass spiders makin’ webs season here in Maryland. This one decided to start one outside of my office window. I am very safely behind glass while taking this picture. It’s too hot to turn on the stove, even with central air. I stood…
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The Energy It Takes to Flower

Photo: A wild morning glory wraps around a towering Dahlia flower yet to bloom. I had every intention to write a blog post here this summer, but I set my creativity toward mothering and “real” writing. I wrote 2 complete short stories and 2 incomplete ones this summer. That isn’t a lot and yet is…
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Time, Pieces, Patience

In the middle of a field, a garden bed rises… That garden bed should be filled with tomato plants. And hot pepper plants. And garlic scapes. It’s not. It’s not even fully put together yet. One of the things we left at the old house was a well-established garden with all my favorite things to…
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Wait… Was This a Cliche´ the Whole Time!?

Photo credit: My writerly friend who took this picture on Sunday! Thanks friend! And thanks to my other friend (all interconnected!) who said “yes” when I asked him to do this silly presentation with me. 🙂 Last week, I had the great pleasure of going to my very first in-person The Muse and the Marketplace…


