"It's not funny," my husband said after staring at the cartoon above. There is a nasty rumor I found on the Facebook page of someone trying to friend me. It claims Ford's father was a CIA assassin. Seriously? This should be reported to Mulder immediately. And Scully. Today, I wanted to turn away from [...]
The rape scene is explicit. I taught The Bluest Eye for 25 years. It is an extraordinary novel told from multiple perspectives. A little girl is ruined, driven insane and lost. The language is stunning, beautiful, masterful. I introduced the novel with an early event where a narrator describes being sick and feeling her [...]
In our continuing effort to tidy the house, I am following an online series of articles on how to edit and tidy my home. Fifteen days of advice on how to eliminate clutter, and basically sort "stuff" into giveaway, toss, and keep-but-put-away. The process began by suggesting that I have a "monster pile" someplace in [...]
When I was in high school, we told a joke: This life is a test. It is only a test. Had this been an actual life you would have been told where to go and what to do. We can choose what we do with ourselves and we can choose to seek meaning. But we [...]
Most days I find glass during my walk on the beach, but I always find agates. Rarely I will pick up a feather. I lean down slowly, sliding my hand down my thigh, and even so my head throbs when I pluck a treasure from the sand. Ten days ago I suffered a concussion in [...]
I have a brief creative nonfiction essay in issue 59 of Dinty Moore's Brevity. All the work there is nonfiction and very short (under 750 words). My true story, "A Murder of Crows," recounts an event from some years ago at a local summer camp. This journal's website has been a valuable resource for my [...]
I fell hard yesterday. I was doing something stupid, trotting backwards as I tried to photograph my husband and a seastack and he kept walking right out of my frame. (If he knows he's being photographed, he mugs or frowns. Photos of Gary smiling are pretty rare.) So I was backing up to keep Gary [...]
