Posts Tagged ‘writing’
Holy caca
I have an incredible backlog of posts to write, but I’m at SeaTac now, and my brain is still buzzing buzzing with ideas and MFA stuff. I’m waiting for my usual lovely 11:36 PM flight to Dulles and then home to HPN, and I’m thankful for the extra time to [Read More]
A New Way of Seeing
Wow, am I cranky. Peeps, I am so cranky I can hardly believe it. I think I would be lying if I said I don’t know why, so I’ll just try to talk you through it. 1. I am scheduled to do a half-marathon on trail October 2. That’s this weekend, and I have been [Read More]
The People in My Neighborhood: In Memoriam, Chris Hondros
I’m still pretty shaken up by the death of Getty Images photographer Chris Hondros. When I met him, I was a fairly good way through my short-lived freelance editorial career, and, arguably, at the peak of it. I was a contributing editor for Hooked on the Outdoors [Read More]
The 30-Day Experiment: How’d It Go?
About a month ago, I told you all that I was going to do five things for 30 days straight. So, what were the results? Here: Drink a glass of water every morning: 100% Make our bed every morning: 100%* Write a one-page diary entry longhand every day: 93% Go to the gym or do [Read More]
Kickstart My Heart, Part II
So. While I was headed down to the gym earlier tonight (at 10:30! What a joke!) I was struck with the most certain terrifying thought that if I didn’t write down all of the wedding weekend festivities, I’d just…forget. I mean, hey, we all say things like, [Read More]
A brief intermission and a public announcement
Aside from the basics off eating breathing, drinking water, I’ve never done anything for 30 days straight. Not in my recent memory, anyway, and not anything that I’ve known would be good for me. Maybe in my angsty college years I kept a daily diary for 30 days [Read More]
Kickstart My Heart
Last night, one of the students in the class I’m teaching on the essay wrote about one of the moments that she’ll never forget in her life. She relived the two days leading up to her wedding, and how special they were, in part because of her father’s [Read More]
Port-au-Prince to Coupeville: what lies between
It all comes down to left brain versus right brain. I was shocked at just how exhausted I was coming back from my Master of Fine Arts residency at Whidbey Island. With some reservation, I noted that it might have actually been a more difficult recovery than those following [Read More]
