Inky Adventures ~ And Those Damn Scribbling Women ~ My Muse They Inspire ~ Thanks! Putting My Feet in the Dirt
The phrase “Inky Adventures” reminds me of Nathanial Hawthorne’s famous 1855 diatribe on female writers: “America is now wholly given over to a damned mob of scribbling women, and I should have no chance of success while the public taste is occupied with their trash-and should be ashamed of myself if I did succeed.” Admittedly… Continue reading Inky Adventures & Scribbling Women
i wax poetic ~ on mangy mutts and milkmen ~ musing on times past ~ When I was a kid, dogs freely roamed the neighborhood. No leashes or fences to keep them tethered. The whole world was their dog park! That sounds wonderful in a naïve nostalgic way. But, in reality, it meant they were… Continue reading Musings on Mangy Mutts & Milkmen
Haikus Calm my Mind Structure and Form Soothe My Soul With the World Gone Mad OK. I lied. That IS a haiku. But this post is not just a haiku. It’s about writing. Specifically it’s about how creating haikus is helping me practice self-care in a chaotic world. As a control-freak, I thrive on… Continue reading This is Not a Haiku
Swanky Chic It Says. Hell No She Says. I Choose Me. Spastically Spiffy. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Spastically Spiffy. At Fifty-Five, it’s a Given. My Closet. My Flair. Inspiration Thanks to Putting My Feet in the Dirt
Last night I watched Hari Kondabolu's Netflix special. His comedy is both smart and very funny. His parents emigrated from India before he was born and a lot of his comedy addresses ideas about race and culture. One of the things he talks about on stage is how some “white people” don’t like to be labeled… Continue reading Race in America: Am I Still a Teacher? Or Should I Just Shut-Up?
Like a lot of people, I’ve been thinking a lot about guns lately. Thinking and feeling impotent. I want to believe we can do better. Find a path that leads to less. Less blood. Less death. Less heartache. Less shame. I’ve contacted my legislators. I’ve marched for Our Lives. Surely, I hope, that will make… Continue reading Less Guns. Guns that Shoot Less.
I submitted an essay for publication today. Not a big deal, right? I’m a writer. I’ve written all kinds of stuff over the years and some people have read some of my stuff. But still … when I clicked that deceptively benign submit button, a hot flash consumed my whole body. Not literally, of course.… Continue reading Spontaneous Combustion: Making Myself Visible
Today is National Poem in Your Pocket Day. I love the idea! I don’t write poetry (except for the occasional silly haiku) but I’m often inspired by other people’s work. So I'm sharing a poem by a poet I just discovered: Genevieve Taggard. Ms. Magazine did a piece on her last week. In it, Julie… Continue reading Poem in your Pocket
Yesterday was National Haiku Day. I missed it. Missing it sucks because I love a good haiku. I'm not saying that I write good haikus, but I do like to write them. Because it's my blog, I get to do what I want so I'm giving myself a mulligan. I think that's a thing, a mulligan,… Continue reading Haiku to Pork: The Pig Abides