Cultivating compassion, creativity, curiosity & the courage to begin again.
Happy New Year, friend. Once again, I am sitting at my little writing desk on New Year's Day, bristling with the fear that 2022 will be yet another year when I fail to do what I say I'll do. Sitting at my little desk, thinking about all my old promises.... i am running into a… Continue reading My DIY MFA: Running Into the New Year
I have long resolved the internal debate about whether I should or shouldn’t, would or wouldn’t do an MFA. Recently, I’ve been exploring an M.A. in Humane Education but, for the time being, that’s something I’m simply wishing into the world as I don’t have the time or finances to apply at this point in time. While… Continue reading My DIY MFA
Earthworms and Earwigs. I was afraid to dig in the garden or nap in the grass. Eavesdropping. I came down the stairs one night to get a glass of water and what I heard from beyond the door frightened me more. Ebb tide. Carry me away.
Cant (kant) n. 1. whining, singsong speech, esp. as used by beggars 2. the secret slang of beggars, thieves, etc; argot 3. insincere or almost meaningless talk used merely from convention or habit -- to use cant, speak in cant --- adj. of, or having the nature of, cant --- CAN'T (kant, känt) can not cannot… Continue reading Memoir in ‘C’