It’s funny how clear and mindful one can be when illness is a thought playing in your head vs. the sensory experience of snot dripping from your nose, your head feeling like a Zeppelin, and your body aching so much from relentless fits of hacking that you’re sure you’ve just coughed up a portion of your lung into the toilet.
The Crack in Everything
September 16, 2012 By | Leave a CommentWashing dishes in the warm ease of a recent morning, something shifted in me. As I rinsed a glass and placed it on my dish rack a beam of sunlight bounced through the tumbler and changed my life forever.
A Good Day
June 10, 2012 By | 1 CommentAs often happens on my Sunday writing day, I sit down at my computer and have no idea what I am going to scribe. Somehow, so far, grace and my muse have always found me.
Is there any I out there?
May 20, 2012 By | 4 CommentsAs a writer my I is fixated on birthing pithy lines of prose and then killing all my little darlings, watching words emerge as perfect butterflies from ethereal cocoons only to pluck the wings from their temporal bodies in search of deeper meanings.
Blind ambition
May 5, 2012 By | 4 CommentsI’ve been awash in the words of Annie Dillard these past weeks. Reading “Pilgrim at Tinker Creek” and “The Writing Life” have been epiphanies and deep hard lessons in the way of words.
Leonard Cohen, may I have this dance?
January 29, 2012 By | 13 CommentsThe other day I realized I may never have sex again. Or learn to play the cello. Or ride the Orient Express. When you reach my stage in life a lot of the things you thought would have happened by now haven’t and things you thought would never end now have a looming expiration date.
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