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On The Art of the Essay
On September 13, 2019 | 2 Comments

“You get the sense that it’s possible simply to go through life noticing things and writing them down and that this is OK, it’s worth doing. That the seemingly insignificant things that most of us spend our days noticing are really significant, have meaning, and tell us something.” ~Joan Didion Back in my teaching days, […]

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Field Day
On February 13, 2017 | 0 Comments

It has always been the field at the bottom of our neighborhood, the backyard of the community pool. Earliest memory finds us there with baby William at his first Easter, eight months old and unable to walk and sitting in the sand that is the volleyball court. We were late for the egg hunt, but […]

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New for a New Year
On January 19, 2017 | 0 Comments

Putting a book together is interesting and exhilarating. It is sufficiently difficult and complex that it engages all your intelligence. It is life at its most free.  I started in earnest on a new book today. It wasn’t one I’ve been meaning to write. For some time now, the list of what I’ve been meaning […]

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Carry-On
On July 20, 2016 | 1 Comments

I feel as if I’ve done a lot of traveling lately. It’s that time of year, right? Summer vacation. We’re gone, we’re here, we’re gone again. Definitely not complaining. I love to travel. But lately it’s got me thinking about how I pack. Like most people (everyone?), I’m guessing I have the normal categories: clothes, […]

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Birthday
On October 15, 2012 | 2 Comments

Here’s to imagination, and the world of fiction that can be so good at inspiring it. Here’s to the first novel ever read to me– before the Little House books, before Lewis’ Narnia. Here’s to a book about rejects all in polite society: a pig, a rat, a spider. Here’s to an unflinching look at […]

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If Not Always, Then At Least Maybe Sometimes
On January 5, 2010 | 5 Comments

I’ve always loved reading aloud to my children. I began, in fact, when William was still in utero (yes, I was one of those mothers), but took it up in earnest when he was newborn and we were alone in the house together for hours at a time. Rather than watch mind-numbing television during those […]

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Because They Said They Love It
On September 18, 2009 | 7 Comments

Full swing– that’s where we are now. I’m just returned from Parent Night, and the school year is four weeks old. It feels like normal, feels like the way it’s always been. I don’t remember (for now) sleeping in on weekday mornings and having long days to putter around the house. We’re used to it; […]

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Not Having It All His Own Way
On April 23, 2009 | 1 Comments

(Wednesday) This day was no more difficult than any other day. Nor was it easier. It was fine. And full. And, as ever, productive. Some days are heavier than others, yes? I would say it’s atmospheric, but the humidity hasn’t kicked in yet, and the skies today were mostly clear. Maybe it’s atmospheric in another […]

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So Much Better
On April 20, 2009 | 1 Comments

Thoughts of writing come less and less frequently these days. This is not surprising, I suppose, with All The Rest that is going on. I don’t expect to do much writing in the school year. But with that lack a fear comes, I think– a fear not unfamiliar and not un-overcome in the past, not […]

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Because I Just Can’t Help Myself
On March 16, 2009 | 0 Comments

One of the Best Last Lines Ever: “So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.” –F. Scott Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby Please follow and like us:0

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