Tag Archives: writing

what they don’t tell you

They don’t tell you that over 7 years later, when you get your first horrible throat infection, that it might take hold right where they ripped out the goiter growing ever so slowly in your neck. The one that housed cancer. Incubated fear. They don’t tell you how you’ll feel. They can’t really. They can’t […]

sunset - red sky at night

she leads our walks

“She leads our walks with thoughtless intention through the back lanes and side streets. This is how I come to know where I live.”

dog + cat

The cat- atop human bed. The dog – curled tight. The house – silent. I – gratefully living.  

postcard of a typewriter on a sandy beach

a postcard of a typewriter

Above my writing desk hangs a pin board. It’s frame is a rich nutty leather; the color of walnut or a horse saddle. The board itself is laid with copper velvet and criss-crossed with half-inch wide copper ribbon. Over the years this board has served a multitude of purposes: assignment/paper calendar, receipt holder, photograph display. […]

Writers are beautiful.

Writers are beautiful. Writers have folded legs and folded hands sitting loosely on their laps. Their arms are not folded- lest to wrap in a welcomed embrace of Toni or another consensual community-seeker. Writers upturn eyes and downturn chins. They listen intently while staring into the distance or at the speaker’s profile. They do not […]

Sun Shining through window pane

Morning Writing

My friend Toni runs a weekly writing group that, at different times, I have tried to attend. Sadly, I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve managed to make it across the river and to his home. Thankfully, Toni regularly shares writing prompts through Facebook that, over the years, I’ve dipped into […]