The Bridge

“It’s like a crossed over a bridge this week,” I said. I was trying to describe to a friend my experience at The Glen workshop sponsored by Image magazine in Seattle, Washington. “Like walking a bridge, I crossed over–from one space of grief, high stress, and feeling lost–into a space of creativity, support, and direction. […]

History, and I

Elena Ferrante, the Italian author of My Beautiful Friend, has a book of four essays out titled, In The Margins: On the Pleasures of Reading and Writing. These are deeply thought out and intimately written essays about some of the influences on her disciplines of reading and writing. She writes about finding her own voice […]

Friends Who’ve Shaped Me

Temma and I got our little tree trimmed with all our ornaments this afternoon. That is always a nostalgic task. Many of the ornaments come from friends, as far back as when Temma was a baby and coming off life-support at the hospital after her cardiac arrest. Tim and I came home to our apartment […]

Ghosts

I just finished reading, A Ghost In the Throat, by the Irish poet and author Doireann Ni Ghriofa, and I wish that I hadn’t (finished it, that is). I am entranced with her voice. I’m in love with her love and obsession. She and I have gone through a similar birthing experience, although our outcomes […]