In 2019 I bought a new dining room table. At the time I bought it mostly to make it easier to host Creative Nights, something I used to hold at my house every other Friday night, for a number of creatively inclined co-worker friends. These friends would gather and talk and drink and write and …
Trading a Toothpick for a Pick Axe
To talk about what I would do if I knew I could not fail is to try to sort out the crossover point between tenable and untenable challenge, between manageable and unmanageable risk, and identify that thing which is just on the other side of the line which I desperately want. Relatedly, I like to …
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Friends, hello! I feel like I'm sending out this post into the world from some strange, faraway place--your blogging foreign correspondent--and I don't know why I should even mention that, because every internet thing is more or less 'unstuck'--not really moored to anything but this blog and hey, you may only ever encounter just this …
Walking
The summer after my sophomore year of college, I went home. That seems unremarkable to say, but the previous summer, I had gone home, but for only the briefest moment, and only so that I could gather up my pertinent belongings and depart again. Not to return to college but to head to Walcamp in Illinois …
Reminders and Restarts
It has been a week of rejuvenation, and this makes sense, if we are taking our hint from the natural world. My garden has been fluffing itself up with coral bell, columbine, butterfly bush, Russian sage, yarrow--they are filling out and filling up their respective beds. A half-dead azalea bush that I bought for something like …
Why I Write Creative Nonfiction
Of all the types of writing I could take on, why creative nonfiction? Here's how I came to it. When, during the second semester of my first year of grad school at IUPUI, I landed in my first ever creative nonfiction writing class, I was only months from having given birth to my first child, …
Hello, Big World
It is fascinating that we live in a world that is for so many overwhelmingly prohibitive, yet here I am, after what's been no time at all, yammering at you from my new little niche, this blog, my slip in the dock, where I may bob sweetly and croon or tug lines and groan for …
Jackie Lutzke 