Reconnection is a meditation, based on my experiences, to help you find connection.
Screen grab of page in the Wayback machine. My first publication is on a now defunct page on the Worldwide Web, seattlewritergrrls.org. The date sometime in 2004. The title: The Oprah Prize. You can read it by following this link. It isn't good writing, but it is writing nonetheless. And published writing at that. I... Continue Reading →
The pause happened before my 45th birthday last year. Thoughts started badgering me: What am I doing with my life? Is this where I want to be? What have I accomplished? Is this all there is for me? I'm almost dead! My older friends laughed and called me "youngster" and "silly." But I know this... Continue Reading →
The gym I go to is only four blocks away from my home. Those four blocks can be an obstacle to overcome on some mornings, on others, like today, they help me wake up. It is dark at 6:00 a.m. The robins are singing, the crescent moon glows through wisps of clouds, the sweet smell... Continue Reading →
Have you ever thought about what era your life is in or was in? I was asked to consider this in a memoir writing class I am taking this quarter. The instructor promised this would lead us to a story or two even... There was one caveat, the era had to be linked with an... Continue Reading →
My path to becoming a writer began on a mild Chicago winter day in January 1988. But I didn't know it. It was the day my uncle Danny died of AIDS related pneumonia.
Sitting on the bus in my decaffeinated and hungry state - bleary eyed, a mild headache, and a low grumble in my stomach – I tried to absorb the scenery. We rolled through a rural landscape of fields of grass bordered with wooden fencing and second growth forest, a jumble of tropical plants in slightly... Continue Reading →
My last post was written in Santa Fe on the eve of attending the Santa Fe Science Writer's workshop. I shared "I have a great passion to help people not only understand but to be a part of the scientific process, to share in the discovery of new places or celebrate the innovative spirit of... Continue Reading →
Writing is hard. Riding a horse on a dusty trail for hundreds of miles, in oven hot temperatures, with dust devils threatening you, as they did on the Santa Fe trail almost two hundred years ago, is hard too. Writing story, whether it be about fictitious werewolves on the Olympic Peninsula of Washington State or... Continue Reading →