Coffee brings community

Time to re-emerge from my blog post hiatus, and just in time for a good cup of coffee! In the past six months since I last posted I’ve been working on two longer manuscript projects. And just this week I learned that my poem, “Colored,” and a prose piece, “Sheet Cake,” earned honorable mentions in... Continue Reading →

Making art in isolation

I always said, as a joke, I wanted to buy one of those old cottage motels and call it the “Write Your Damn Novel Motel.” No Internet, no TV, no refrigerator or coffee maker. Just a bed, a desk, and your damn butt-in-the-chair.  You get one prison-grade white towel with a green stripe down it,... Continue Reading →

Keep a journal

Writers spend a great deal of time in self-isolation. The dark joke is our daily routine already seems like quarantine. I don’t mean to make light of COVID-19. My daughter is a senior medical technologist in Virginia working on the front lines of testing. My small part is keeping myself parked in rural North Carolina... Continue Reading →

Pickles for Breakfast

Every morning I eat a plate of plain scrambled eggs with pepper, and a pickle on the side. My husband makes himself an omelet with cubed ham, spinach and salsa, with bacon or sausage, and also adds a pickle on the side. I don’t know when we started eating pickles for breakfast. Maybe it was... Continue Reading →

Make Your Town Stronger

I follow Strong Towns  because it offers free case studies on how to breathe life into a decaying town. Don't want to make a "stroad" mistake when development rolls your way? Follow Strong Towns. Last March I pre-ordered founder Charles Marohn Jr.'s new book, Strong Towns: A Bottom-Up Revolution to Rebuild American Prosperity and this past Saturday, I... Continue Reading →

Poems in everyday places

I love my writer friends from Virginia - magazine editor Katharine Gotthardt; documentary filmmaker Victor Rook; nurse Jan Rayl, whose guest-post, "Always Wear Clean Underwear," remains one of the most-read pieces on my blog. All are members of Write by the Rails, the Prince William Chapter of the Virginia Writer’s Club. Their latest literary activism is... Continue Reading →

Exploring art in summer

Every Tuesday this summer I’ve been hanging out at the Harrison Center for Active Aging in Selma, North Carolina. First, there’s air conditioning. Second, there are artists. They range in age, greeting each other and quickly setting up art supplies to begin working on plastic covered tables. Creativity and conversation commences. Jim props up his canvas... Continue Reading →

Beating the bounds

I’ve been Episcopal most my life, but only discovered “Rogation Days” a few weeks ago. “Is that another one of those secret Episcopal things that everyone seems to know but me?” I asked my Sunday School teacher. I can be snarky with him, because he’s my husband. I gave him an example. “Like at the... Continue Reading →

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