Welcome to our day of reckoning. Sirens approach, heralding nearing disasters. Catastrophes invade our countries, our states, our cities, our homes, our bodies. Fires rage, both actual and metaphorical. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e8HnC7LS1jU And I write. I document disaster in tiny print, writing smaller and smaller, writing myself down a spiral of denial. The illusion of control boils... Continue Reading →
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An “Epic” Guest Post: New Ways with Old Words
Being in the presence of a diva can be intimidating. Fortunately, the author of today's guest post, Arlene Miller, is anything but. Even as I wrote that last sentence I worried there’s something wrong with it. Will I hear from her about how it’s constructed? Is there a prohibition against ending a sentence with "but?"... Continue Reading →
Today’s invitation to rejection
My third grade teacher, Mrs. Smith, was rather stern. You might even have called her cruel. I was a compliant kid who enjoyed being useful. You might even have called me a teacher’s pet. One day, I asked Mrs. Smith if there was anything I could do to help in the class. She turned to... Continue Reading →
Countdown to launch, with bookends
Tiny Shoes Dancing officially launches on August 8. You can mesmerize yourself by staring at the countdown widget in the sidebar to the right. But this post is about the countdown to an altogether different launch happening less than a week after the book launch: I'll be dropping Son #2 off at college. The second... Continue Reading →
