Our Memories Become Theirs

At the beginning of my parenting experience, I said “no” often. The noise and the mess was a lot to handle. Not to mention the plain issue of just keeping track of where all the little live bodies were in…

Without Remembering

Creating is not remembering… It is to look and to hear and to write — without remembering. It is the immediate feelings arranged in words as they occur to me.” — Gertrude Stein We are all in our ruts, our…

The Night Before Scintilla

I admit it: when it comes to Twitter writing projects, I am such a sucker. Well, that assumes of course that getting myself tangled up with an online community of like-minded thinkers and writers (99 percent of whom I have…

On Going Mental

Yesterday one of my oldest friends called me… from the “inside.” Well, to put it more clearly, she called from an inpatient psych ward. My friend and I have known each other now as long as we have not known…