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In the last post, “New poems,” I included a poem that I’ve put up on the blog before. Those with sharp eyes might note that this is a revision of that earlier poem. If you click onto the blog itself, … Continue reading →

I thought I might put up a few of my new poems written at the recent conference I attended. I’ll offer one here, and if you click through to the blog itself, look across the top of the page, click … Continue reading →

So the thing is… (one of my favorite prompts!) …this week I’m attending The Healing Art of Writing conference in San Rafael—actually on the park-like campus of Dominican University—with my friend and AWA facilitator Terri Wolf, living the pseudo college … Continue reading →

In the words of the immortal Elisabeth Kübler-Ross: “You will not grow if you sit in a beautiful flower garden, but you will grow if you are sick, if you are in pain, if you experience losses, and if you … Continue reading →

… the woman in line behind me at Subway said today. I turned and looked at her, wondering what had marked me. I didn’t know her; we had not spoken. I did not sport ink-stained fingers (I love that Ralph … Continue reading →

A little shout-out to my guy, Dick Schmidt, for the fabulous work on the photo at the top of the blog. (I’m learning, in blog-ese, that this is a “header photo.”) Yes, it’s me, working on my novel at Crescent … Continue reading →

(for Georgann) Pretend there’s a cup of water on the dashboard, said the former ambulance driver, and you must drive so carefully, so gently, you don’t spill a drop. I tried, I tried so hard after his surgery to make … Continue reading →

I’m sitting here in my BF’s hospital room, one of the day’s trio of family members on watch. My BF had her gallbladder removed yesterday and is doing well, but, as she says about so many things, “It’s complicated.” Indeed, … Continue reading →

The challenge of these busy lives is that there’s not nearly enough time for naps. It’s hard to stop, say, of an afternoon, and put your bod down fully horizontical, as my guy Dick likes to say. Dick is a … Continue reading →