Words are not objects exactly, but people perhaps. Children, reflections of me. Laugh, skip, sing, jump, joy pour word on word then mist through wild entwining rivers rushing and roaring through acres of time. Words are not objects exactly. Pluck words from the air twirl on a finger, arrange on a page. Hard fast hard […]
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Ever feel like you are hanging upside down in life, swinging wildly by your feet and going nowhere? That’s how I feel today, with a book that needs written, a school year that needs planned (because school starts next week and I’m the teacher), and dishes that very badly need doing. My verse for this
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The old van has been parked up in our woods for years. This spring, when I was feeling hemmed in by too many people, too many events, and no time to write, Mom came up with the brainy idea of making me a writing cabin. She and Dad tore out the seats and the carpet,
I am afraid of many things, but chiefly I am afraid of doing things wrong. When I was a button-nosed, wispy-haired first grader, my teacher–a woman with glasses and yellowy-gray hair a little bit wavy, who stood straight and was old and had a terrifying voice–told us it was important to write neatly. “If your
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When I started blogging, I set a goal to post every Monday, and yesterday that didn’t happen. Sadly, it wasn’t because I couldn’t have. It was because I went to Mexican And then I came home and read The Week, and stared at my computer screen in sorta a foggy, unenthusiastic way and wished I
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