The Warmth of a Writer’s Community
“Is this Andilit? I see her everywhere.” A kind commenter said this on my other blog the other day, and I couldn’t stop grinning. There’s something about being known that makes me smile. But it’s not...
View ArticleWhen Books Aren’t What You Need
I just didn’t want to put the next disc in the CD player last night. Anne Enright’s language in The Gathering is rich and gorgeous, and yet, I didn’t want to listen anymore. I let NPR come on instead....
View ArticleMy Dream for God’s Whisper Farm
It’s a small crowd, maybe 50 people, gathered on an October day to hear a singer-songwriter play, hike on the mountain, eat a potluck spread of good food. Some of those who attend will stay the night,...
View ArticlePut Some Ass In It: Today’s Writing Mantra
She stood on the stage with an acoustic guitar and sang to her son about how it is alright for men to cry, about the need for safe sex, about the pain of being oppressed as a woman, a black … Continue...
View ArticleBelieve In Yourself: An Interview with The Icarus Account
One of the things that makes me happiest in life is music. Good, solid music with harmonies I can join in on, so when I came across The Icarus Account and gave them a listen, I felt my soul get …...
View ArticleTo Lose Myself in the Dancing
. . . at some point in our lives we have to be crazy, we have to lose control, step out of our ordinary way of seeing, and learn that the world is not the way we thin it is, … Continue reading →
View ArticleCountry Music, Women’s Writing, and Blue Toenail Polish – I Don’t Care If You...
I was riding along the back roads near Free Union one day, audiobook filling the car as usual, when I heard Tina Fey’s voice relate a story about how Amy Poehler laid into Jimmy Fallon when he said he...
View ArticleI Want My Words to Haunt like Marvin Gaye’s Voice
When I take away all the hype – the promotion, the share tools, the photos. When I pull back from thinking about markets and followers and the genre into which some publishing assistant somewhere will...
View ArticleMemories, Stories, Mom
There would be no new memories of him. The only stories we could tell were the ones we already had. – Jonathan Franzen Yesterday, Dad sat beside me on the puppy-chewed sofa and said, “I wish your...
View ArticleThe Darkness Is Heavy
I told a dear friend the other day that I wasn’t really one of those people who look for signs of the Apocalypse, but the amount of pain and suffering in the world these days makes me think I might …...
View ArticleWhat Holds Us Up
Lately, my days are filled with all the things I find most beautiful, most bracing, most filling. Over the Rhine‘s song “Let It Fall” is on repeat most days for me. Have you been caring too much how...
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Put Some Ass In It: Today’s Writing Mantra
She stood on the stage with an acoustic guitar and sang to her son about how it is alright for men to cry, about the need for safe sex, about the pain of being oppressed as a woman, a black person, a...
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Believe In Yourself: An Interview with The Icarus Account
One of the things that makes me happiest in life is music. Good, solid music with harmonies I can join in on, so when I came across The Icarus Account and gave them a listen, I felt my soul get a bit...
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To Lose Myself in the Dancing
. . . at some point in our lives we have to be crazy, we have to lose control, step out of our ordinary way of seeing, and learn that the world is not the way we thin it is, that it isn’t solid,...
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Country Music, Women's Writing, and Blue Toenail Polish – I Don't Care If You...
I was riding along the back roads near Free Union one day, audiobook filling the car as usual, when I heard Tina Fey’s voice relate a story about how Amy Poehler laid into Jimmy Fallon when he said he...
View ArticleI Want My Words to Haunt like Marvin Gaye's Voice
When I take away all the hype – the promotion, the share tools, the photos. When I pull back from thinking about markets and followers and the genre into which some publishing assistant somewhere will...
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Memories, Stories, Mom
There would be no new memories of him. The only stories we could tell were the ones we already had. – Jonathan Franzen Yesterday, Dad sat beside me on the puppy-chewed sofa and said, “I wish your...
View ArticleThe Darkness Is Heavy
I told a dear friend the other day that I wasn’t really one of those people who look for signs of the Apocalypse, but the amount of pain and suffering in the world these days makes me think I might...
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What Holds Us Up
Lately, my days are filled with all the things I find most beautiful, most bracing, most filling. © 2013 Warren Flick, Flickr | CC-BY | via Wylio Over the Rhine‘s song “Let It Fall” is on repeat most...
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