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 →

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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 →

My story in Carolina Woman

My short story, “Ain’t Just a River,” just won Second Prize in the annual Carolina Woman Magazine Writing Contest! The story is now published in the May/June 2019 issue. I’m tickled that the piece will get a wide circulation (the magazine is distributed to 500 locations in the Triangle area to a readership of 100,000).... Continue Reading →

Writing during times of turmoil

We all have times of crisis in our lives. Mine is happening now. In two weeks, the one-day writers’ conference that I’ve been planning since last July takes place in Selma, North Carolina. I’ve worked events before, and those last two weeks before D-day are critical. The slightest mistakes can throw a wrench in the... Continue Reading →

Doggone wasteful thoughts

It all started when I was at the eye doctor’s, rifling through a stack of waiting room periodicals. I paused at an article on animal waste in a hunting & fishing magazine. It offered a visual guide to bear’s waste (a dark pudding-like blob), hogshead snake’s waste (a furry lump of something not fully digested)... Continue Reading →

Divided

I was leaving Pine Level, driving toward Selma one morning when I saw this tree: A hardwood splayed into a painfully widespread “Y” by a utility crew in a bucket truck. I get why it was trimmed. It was a preemptive strike, to protect utility lines before the hurricane. And indeed, Florence unleashed devastation on eastern... Continue Reading →

Twitter theologians

Every morning I sit down with coffee to read meditations and compose my own. I check social media and today I realized how many theologians I've been following. Their tweets are funny or serious, but always challenging -- to be present, to be aware, to take action, to share the Good News. Here are six of my favorites: Tim... Continue Reading →

Starting at the grassroots

I’m just now sitting down to knock out my August blog post. With good reason! I spent the last four weeks working on a grant, and we won it! This is the fourth time I’ve competed for an arts grant to help weave a creative community in Selma, North Carolina. My first three attempts –... Continue Reading →

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