When I sat down to write yesterday's post, I put on a record, Wild Alee by Talos, a fringe indie selection of swirly electronica that I bought in 2019, probably on one of my ritualized walks through Broad Ripple to Indy CD and Vinyl. I put on the record because I was trying to make …
What 2020 Taught Me
Today is the beginning of Writerly and the beginning of daily blogging, and I am shaking off the rust that's settled into my writerly hinges, hoping that the mechanization built in my decades of writing practice will remember its structure and return to fluidity and motion with a little push. The last time I blogged …
Increased Magnification
My writing group met up tonight after a too-long hiatus. We tried to figure out when we’d last met but couldn’t grasp it, the memory. We said things to each other like, It was at the Tick Tock. I think it was cold? Is there outerwear somewhere in this memory? We didn’t know too much …
Closed Room
How do you write about something you don't want to talk about? Except, you DO desperately want to talk about it. Because not talking about it means you have barred the door to a room of your life. Barred the door and tried to walk away and forget about it. But-- Say the door you …
Caring for What’s Close
At certain moments in your life you may find you don't want to be able to dream about the future. ...which seems like a crazy thing to say. We all love to dream. Right? Dreaming about the future seems to be the preferred pastime of many. It is the one thing we can retain. It …
2015 in Review
January Published a poem Started my 100 Words writing project Rented two movies at once from a Redbox in a probable snowstorm Continued (over from Dec '14) sewing purses for ca$h money Experimented with midi rings February Upgraded the kids to a bunk bed! Oliver raced "Science Car" at his Boy Scout pinewood derby Bought …
Goodbye to All That – And Hello to Other Unknown Things
It feels right to end the year writing something, because writer is who I say I am and to act as I self-describe is a comfort. I have hesitated, recently, to write, though, because all thoughts have come to me malformed, reductive, trite: Life is bad. I hate everything. This is stupid. This is so …
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I Really Fricking Hate Birds [Everyone Has a Thing and This is My Thing]
I was searching through my Google drive, trying to find a piece of Serious Writing so that I could make some revisions when I stumbled upon this delight: the fanciful little piece I once wrote a friend in an effort to explain my crazy, bird-hating ways. I offer it here for your amusement. It is rather …
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A Little Tradition
I almost threw this out, unseen. It was on the reverse side of a worksheet, the side that hadn't been set apart as being for something. One minute I am in rote Mom mode, flipping through, piling and preparing to dispense of the day's stack of first grader school papers, bundle readied for the garbage--and …
Sorting Time
I count on the end of each year as my moment for self-reconciliation, my opportunity to think through the year gone by and decide what it all means. Me, the bookkeeper AND the books, settled in at an imagined table to see how I did this year, my life a one-woman business of sorts. And I …
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