Journal Writers, Start Your Pens

As promised, I launched a new blog design with this post! Turning the page to a new month is an excellent time to begin writing in a journal, especially if you’ve never tried it before. Just grab a $3 composition book from the back-to-school discount bin and start! If you need a few suggestions, here are... Continue Reading →

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Watch this space!

The editor-in-chief of Southern Writers Magazine, Susan Reichert, sent me the welcome news that my story Inflatable Untethered Holiday, had placed in the top ten finalists in the magazine’s 2017 National Short Story contest. Finalists, as well as winners, would be published in a special short story issue. Wahoo! Another of my Manassas, Virginia stories had finally... Continue Reading →

Needle Song

  The crafts room in the Center for Active Living is sun-bright. Ladies circle ’round the table Opening tackle boxes of needles, thread spools, Tubes of multicolored, multi-shaped beads. Pulling stoppers, they spill out tiny Sparkling piles onto foam squares. A few skitter to the floor. I squint to guide the bees-waxed thread Through a... Continue Reading →

Virtual Camping for Writers

I live in a rural area in North Carolina; networking with writers involves driving to the next two larger towns or even the next county. So, for the month of July, I joined Camp NaNoWriMo, a virtual writing community that encourages writing 50,000 words in 31 days. The venture is sponsored by the same folks... Continue Reading →

Street poetry: Selma at the Crossroads

  On May 1, I had the honor of reading a poem I wrote for Selma, North Carolina’s sesquicentennial. Museum volunteers held a brief Founders Day ceremony with a few costumed citizens and refreshments in a pocket park on Anderson Street. There at the podium, with modern trains and traffic in the background, I read... Continue Reading →

A Poem a Day

    Yay! My poem, “Flowers Bruise Too Easily,” and short story, “Saturday Morning Skate,” have been accepted for publication in The Virginia Writers Club Centennial Anthology. Release is targeted for VWC’s annual meeting in November 2017 to kick off the club’s 100th year in 2018. I am so happy!   It’s like plucking a... Continue Reading →

I have a Quran in my home

The recent Muslim travel ban, which has no credible national security rationale for it, reminded me of the ignorance and hate against immigrants and refugees that I encountered when I lived in Manassas, Virginia. I was working the counter at a local government office one day, when an elderly white man came in. I can’t remember... Continue Reading →

Waiting for the Doctor

Nothing makes me more humble than sitting in a tiny exam room at the clinic, waiting for the doctor to enter. Time expands. In the waiting room, there is an endless stream of people to probe and measure, diagnose and prescribe. We are all slowly floating along, vinyl tubes in a wide, slow river. I... Continue Reading →

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