WHAT I KNOW
A few months ago now, I spent a weekend in Lowell, Maine, teaching writing through the lens of food. Eating […]
COME WRITE WITH ME
Strange as it sounds even to me, in October, if you want to write with me, you have two opportunities.
ONE HELL OF A DANCE PARTY
This morning I am dancing. If not in reality—in heart and mind. I twisted my ankle last night rising
LOSING FACE
It’s a complicated story, this face thing. If you were to analyze all the individual components of my face—eyes, nose,
ON GARDE
“Every day, artist Harold Garde wields his brush and paint like a warrior in battle. And every day, so far, he
BURNING DELPHINIUMS
I watch Mama lift the stiff shaft of white delphinium into the light. The bulb over the sink is naked.
DRAGON OF LIGHT IN THE WATER
Drink up, I tell you. It’s only my Mum. A cup of real woman. Dead six years, cremated at McHoul’s
THE MARINES AND LOVE
I will forever hear the word Marines as “love.” I know, I know, the Marines are not about love. You