Do I contradict myself? Very well then I contradict myself, (I am large, I contain multitudes.) – Walt Whitman, “Song of Myself” I spent this past weekend at a remarkable place, studying with a remarkable teacher, with two remarkable women by my side. I learned so much about myself, about writing, about the ways my body [...]
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I’ve been writing a lot lately. Actually, that’s not true at all. I’ve been thinking a lot about writing and talking a lot about writing and reading a lot about writing. I’ve even been studying writing with a great teacher. But sitting down and actually writing? Not so much. And this not writing all the [...]
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I love spending the last hour before sleep curled up with a book. Few things stir my soul like a good story and a well-turned phrase. And when those things coexist in the same book? Magic. I recently enjoyed two books filled with both, even though the feel of them was completely different. Most summers [...]
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Labor Day 2007. Big Brother was born. As was my identity as a mother. Four years. High school. College. A president’s term. A son. — I was never supposed to go into labor. I have a uterine anomaly that was identified early in my first pregnancy that meant that I would have to deliver by [...]
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