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what we do for love
We did it! Those of us who signed up for the half-marathon (and those who were insane enough to go 24 hours w/out sleep for the whole nine yards!) did it! As one of the participants noted, what kind...
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time (outside) with family
Today I joined my sister, brother-in-law and sister -in-heart for walk through the Dallas Arboretum. This is a picture of the Fern Dell, not far in from the entrance. Liz -- my sister's best friend --...
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a Sunday meditation: happiness=poetry
Young poets often believe that it takes unhappiness to create 'art.' You must drink too much, do drugs, have a sadly aching life. Be as miserable & crazy as Poe, as suicidal as Hemingway, as...
View Articlelists, writing, and cleaning the mind’s house
Ever since I was a little girl, I've visualised my mind as an old house. And lately it seems more like a house that needs a LOT of TLC -- re: it's kind of a mess. So when the facilitator at the...
View Articlemy own Amtrak writing retreat
Everyone who knows me even slightly knows I adore trains. They're my favourite way to travel. Because a) you don't get airsick (or carsick). And b) you can just sit...and write. It's this tiny world...
View Articleblogs, journals, and processing
As part of a lawsuit I'm involved with, I was asked to see if I had taken any notes concerning the event under question. Because I keep a journal, which travels with me almost everywhere. In the 30+...
View Articlewriting, reflecting, old & new friends
I just spent the BEST weekend: writing poetry, visiting w/ one of my most beloved writing communities. This is one of my very favourite weekends of my writing year. I get to immerse myself in talking...
View Articlefeeding writers (and other artists)
I've spent the past week as busy as bees storing late summer honey. First there was the annual writing conference I both help with and attend -- Nimrod's Conference for Readers & Writers. That's a...
View Articleinferiority complexes, and the wince of worry
Most of the time, I'm very happy being me. I have a pretty wonderful life: my beloved is damn near perfect (he even does BOTH our insurances & taxes!). As are my sons, my DIL, my grandson (possibly...
View Articleblogging in the wilderness
I read a blog post yesterday that resonated with me. It began: Sometimes I wonder why I write a blog… Me too. It’s not like I change lives. Or even really make a huge difference. It’s not like I have a...
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