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Taking Stock: The Janus Factor

The old year passes. The new one slips into place. The creative mind and the practical one juggle for position on the rim of tomorrow. I stand on the brink of the unknown, contemplating the void before me. Do I step back from the edge or leap forward? My choice balances between what has been and what will be. Unable to resist the pull of temporal gravity, I shuffle closer, breathless, wondering, and stare into the face of the Janus Factor. You remember that ancient [...]

By |2016-12-29T16:10:26+00:00December 29th, 2016|Essays, inspirational, motivational, seasonal|0 Comments

A Gardener’s Guide to Writing (part I)

Sorting through the need-to-be-shredded pile of papers in my loft library, a never-ending story in itself, I encounter the bazillion tiny scraps of ideas I've penned along the trajectory of my daily life. On napkins. On memo pads. Across post-it notes. Embroidered along the margins of conference handouts. All those instant flights of fancy that I just know will make a great story...someday. Feeding the whine of the machine that turns old bills into thin ribbons of recyclable material, I catch myself rescuing my jottings [...]

By |2016-04-28T15:59:57+00:00April 28th, 2016|Essays, inspirational, motivational|0 Comments

Tea and grAttitude – 2015

My internal clock ticks off the last minute of sleep and, bingo, I'm awake. Others in my birth family share this early-riser phenomenon. No matter how late we stay up, the need to rise at dawn is overpowering. Padding through the silent house, I try a little socks slide on the hardwood, channel my inner child and greet Eos with joy. Then the ritual takes over. Several actions must occur before I can move on with the day. Graycie, the cat who adopted us, follows [...]

By |2019-12-31T01:45:08+00:00December 15th, 2015|Essays, inspirational|0 Comments

Of Carnage and Compassion and Common Sense

Tis the holiday season. Amid all the preparations, we reel from the ongoing attacks by people intent upon forcing their way of worship onto the greater mass of humanity. The awful events from around the globe - Beirut, Paris, Afghanistan, California - regale us with images that haunt our dreams and create fear in our hearts. Reacting to that fear, some among us advocate for policies that will throw us back into history, force us to retreat from our empathy and understanding into bigotry and [...]

By |2019-12-31T01:45:22+00:00December 10th, 2015|Essays|0 Comments

Of Coyotes and Creativity: Nurturing Your Wild Side

The howls erupt around 9:30 p.m., shattering the quiet, moon-dark night. At first only a rumor, they swiftly crescendo, filling Beck Park with primal music. Drawn by the increasing urgency of the calls, I step onto the porch and listen, shaking with my own primitive knowledge that what sings out there is wild and dangerous and poses a threat. Then, abruptly, like a spigot turned off, the song ceases. In the ensuing stillness, my heart resumes a normal beat. What ritual have I just observed? [...]

By |2019-12-31T01:45:36+00:00November 4th, 2015|Essays|1 Comment

A Hole in My Head, Part 2: Of Risks and Rewards

Sometimes I think I already have a hole in my head. That's old-fashioned slang that refers to something that nobody needs or wants...and some days, when I must sit down and write my stories, I think I have  a hole in my head. After all, who cares? Who cares that I closet myself with my books and my computer and the hours fly by while I'm polishing paragraphs or etching essays or streamlining stories. If I journey into memoir, I risk exposing the tender flesh [...]

By |2019-12-31T01:46:42+00:00June 4th, 2015|Essays|0 Comments

Of Beginnings and Endings and All in Between

The sun crosses the screened-in porch in long southerly slants. In the pond, ice forms small swirls, the pull of freeze and thaw evident as the temperature plays tag with the water. Six deer bound into view, stopping long enough to eat a snack and check the rear for predators. And the meadow, once full of tall grasses and wildflowers, lies spreadeagled and naked across the horizon. My boots crunch and squish as I wander. Straining to see beyond the obvious, I listen to the land whisper its dark mysteries. Here, where the thin skin [...]

By |2019-12-31T01:47:42+00:00December 22nd, 2014|Essays|1 Comment