There wasn't enough bread for everyone. But there was enough bread for everyone but me, so I knew it would work out just fine. I think this is sometimes an inherited condition of being a woman: so long as others' needs are met, everything works out. That's what my mother modeled. Is this still what … Continue reading Sharing a Sandwich
Tag: life
Spinning
Like a spider in the wind taking flight— Love spins iridescent threads made of light— weaving a web of souls.
The World We’re Choosing
Political division can erode friendships and families. Unless we choose otherwise. I feel strongly about some issues---surely most everyone does. I've been socially trained to stay quiet in order to preserve friendships. I've had friends get angry with me when I haven't said a word about said topic, just because I'm sitting at a table … Continue reading The World We’re Choosing
Technology and Swear Words
They say when Mercury is in retrograde, technology goes haywire. Does this explain why, right after I started this new blog site, my computer blue screened? It took several days to fix it, during which no blog entries were added, and my novel rested for a change. Ultimately I decided to purchase a new computer … Continue reading Technology and Swear Words
Where does your writing come from?
When words scroll across the screen of my mind, sometimes I imagine writing on a tablet---more like an ancient stone tablet than a modern screen, with my thoughts guiding the chisel in effortless inscription. At other times, words flow across the same infinite screen that hosts the movies I make from memories. I just think … Continue reading Where does your writing come from?
The Perfect Snow
PROSE It's been snowing for two days, yet the pavement is clear. It's the perfect snow: all beauty, no substance. Sometimes that's what people think they want. POESY It's been snowing for two days-- yet the thoroughfares remain clear. The perfect snow, people say: Beauty, but no substance. As for me I'd prefer some depth. … Continue reading The Perfect Snow
In the Space of What Was 