Posts about the writing life and the love of story
February was the month where my relationship with winter wore thin. All the romance evaporated. Granted, February’s days got longer. Temperatures occasionally rose above freezing. There were moments of affection, even love as the sun came out, birds sang their flirtatious songs, and the sky looked like something I might dive into. But it wasn’t…
I caved in and had an MRI about a week ago, which led to wearing a hinged knee brace that leaves permanent indentations in my skin, plus I’m walking around on crutches. My doctor doesn’t seem to realize that crutches are a bad idea for someone who has had shoulder injuries. More importantly, I can’t…
In sports, a timeout stops action to strategize the next play. During injury timeout, I find moments to marvel over the mundane.
Latte had her nose to the ground as she pulled Moss through a clump of burdock and headed towards the trees. Cleavers grabbed at Moss’s feet, nearly tripping her as she fought to keep up with the fast moving dog.
I began writing my observations of the Mississippi River and how this summer’s drought and a river bank restoration project affected the river and woods. Observing this area close to home turned into a summer project, which I plan to continue for a while. Rather than present my observations with photos and explanations, I wrote…
During the month of May 2020, I participated in Julie Duffy’s StoryADayMay, which means that I wrote one short story everyday in May. To celebrate everyone’s hard work, each participant was invited to submit one story they wrote. You will be able to find the links to the StoryFest submissions on June 27-28 at StoryADay.org. My…
