by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Apr 14, 2015 | accumulation, continuous life, essays, journeys, life, marriage, memory, my writing, provincetown, time, truth |
I can’t possibly be this old and yet I am. Resisting the truth doesn’t make me any more comfortable in my ever more freckled skin. So for the second year in a row, I’m greeting my age and giving it a great big hug. I found that last year’s opening to...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Apr 14, 2015 | 1 true thing |
Oh my god. But yes I am. I’m not sure why this word conjures gray hair and a kitchen. Buddy took me to Europe when I was ten and was always traveling–bus tours of the world. And Lilli was loads of fun–taking out her teeth and shaving her face and...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Apr 13, 2015 | 1 true thing |
I’m too matchy-matchy, a predilection I’d like to change. FYI: I was just going to say matchy, but then I looked it up to see if by any chance it was a real word. And surprise, it is, but you need two of them. Which is kind of funny. ~ 365 true things...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Apr 12, 2015 | 1 true thing, craft of writing, journeys, my writing |
During the holidays, at a cocktail party, someone asked me how my novel was coming. Can I buy it yet? Another Christmas, I thought, another year where nothing had changed on the outside. I dreaded annual events and these questions to which I had no good answers. But...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Apr 11, 2015 | 1 true thing |
I’m in Atlanta, waiting for my plane to Columbus. What a great trip. I felt completely at ease out in the world talking about this, that, and myself. Just like how I remember me… Sometimes what I’m doing here in this project seems so tiny and...
