What makes you a writer?
I am a writer because I write. I am a writer because I swallow the moonrise. I am a writer because I inhale language exhale poetry. I am a writer … Read More
Tag: On Work
On moving toward money, and meaning.
Zoom Meetings, Jokes, and the Janitor Who Came Out
My favorite joke goes like this: Why did the monkey fall out of the tree? Because it was dead! In an indoor waterpark in the Poconos, the kids and I … Read More
Some Trouble
Lately I’ve been having some trouble writing. Particularly here on my blog. I suppose I have blog writing block. I am going to write about that today, to pass through … Read More
What Writing Looks Like
There’s a romance to the idea of writing. When you tell someone you are a writer, they are often all like “ooohhh whoa soooo cool!” Why is that? Well it’s … Read More
Into the Zone – #reverb14, Day 4
We are all lightning rods, conduits for that which the Universe wants born into this world. What energies did you channel this year? — While day 2’s post I sang … Read More
I am not a finisher – #reverb14, Day 2
Day 2 – What unfinished projects from 2014 am you willing to release now? That’s the “story” I like to tell myself, though it isn’t true: I am not a finisher. … Read More
If I Bother to Look Up
If I bother to look up, this is the view from my desk, where I work, over my left shoulder. I often don’t look up, because my head is “in … Read More
Love, and Putting Out
The one true fact of being a girl is whenever or however you enter the world and, despite your best efforts otherwise, you are thrust into a world where you are expected … Read More
It’s Just People, That’s All – #reverb13 – Day 9
I admit that the idea of being “inspired” hits me in a sort of hokey way. I think it’s because, in my line of work (i.e. being an artist), there … Read More
On Being Lost – #Reverb13 – Day 2
Already I can feel my fingers resisting saying: “Don’t say the awfulness. Don’t tell them you Feel lost in the lives of everyone else You take care of, and it’s … Read More
11 Minutes is alot of Time
Today is wrote a small stone called “The Time.” I wrote it for two reasons. First, because I notice I had about 11 minutes before the kids had to leave … Read More
Take a Letter, Maria
The person I most dig, admire, croon after, and just all-around want to brain-pick (for the year 2012) is Maria Popova. In case you haven’t gotten any of my many … Read More
No Prize is Modest to a Poet
A little poem of mine is published this quarter in Boston Literary Magazine. (yay!) I’m only bragging a little, because it’s funny to go prancing about saying “Oh look at … Read More
What Are You Looking At?
This weekend — at Art in Paradise Alley — you get the chance to stop staring at your screen. Walk outside. Talk to artists. To look inside yourself and ask: … Read More
You Are Doing It All Wrong
“You are doing it all wrong.” I go through distinct phases of my week/day/life when I can clearly hear myself telling this to myself. It might not matter exactly what … Read More