memoir, The Blog of Missing

The blog of missing: Day 24

Today has been difficult. More than three weeks since I last positively knew Jake was safe. When I eat, I think, “Is Jake hungry?” When I go to bed, I think, “Where is Jake sleeping?” When it’s hot outside, I think, “Does Jake have water?” He can’t borrow a phone. Is he disoriented? Is he… Read More The blog of missing: Day 24

Best Year Ever, Grace

The appearance of things

The appearance of things change according to the emotions, and thus we see magic and beauty in them, while the magic and beauty are really in ourselves.  ~Kahlil Gibran Be ugly, see ugliness. Be merciful, see mercy. Be deceitful, see deceit. Be joyful, see joy. Whatever we see out there is true within us. My… Read More The appearance of things

A Day in the Life of a Writer, Grace, memoir, Writing

A Day in the Life of a Writer: Excavation via fresh hurts

Sometimes I only have a scent.  Ivory Soap. Pine sap. Old Spice. It’s faint, like an afterimage, as Atwood writes in The Handmaid’s Tale. Other times, I catch a memory when I noodle about something peripheral, like the weather of my childhood. And other times, I am knocked into a pit by something that happens,… Read More A Day in the Life of a Writer: Excavation via fresh hurts

A Day in the Life of a Writer, Authors, memoir, Out of the Woods, Writing

Wrestling with the story

For the past few years I’ve struggled with what I –and others–have perceived to be a gaping hole in my memoir.  Today I realized that the gaping hole is actually the end of that part of my story; I think I need to focus on excavating what I already have and delete what comes after.… Read More Wrestling with the story