talking: 88/365

talking: 88/365

So this is a stretch. I just got back to the hotel room, and I have only twenty minutes until midnight. For now: I enjoyed talking to a lot of people today, both at a cocktail party and at dinner. It was fun. That is unusual. More about all of it in the next day or...
trusty: 87/365

trusty: 87/365

I know it’s only been two nights that I’ve been here in Minneapolis and written posts after I’m in for the evening, but already picking up my computer at the end of the day feels kind of like goodnight john boy, goodnight mary ellen. Do you know what...
in at night: 86/365

in at night: 86/365

  I’m in Minneapolis for AWP–the annual conference for writers, teachers, students, editors, publishers. 12,000 of us. It’s all of 8:00 pm and yes, I have retreated to my hotel room. I love seeing friends from workshops and from VCFA and writers...
sharing: 85/365

sharing: 85/365

I’m not a happy sharer. Not only of my thoughts and feelings but also of my things. I know it’s good to share, and I share. I just don’t like it. I like having my own stuff. Like my own computer that no one messes with. So instead of selling my old...
clothes: 84/365

clothes: 84/365

I don’t like clothes shopping. I’m good for an hour at most. After that I start getting nervous. But I’m sick of the clothes in my closet. And what has been happening the last few years: I like something in a store and buy it, but I don’t like...
today: 83/365

today: 83/365

I can’t do it all but here’s the stuff I would like to do today: change out my clothes finish updating my blog list finish visiting you all in your natural habitats catch up responding to all your lovely comments work on the revision of my novel because my...
trains: 82/365

trains: 82/365

I love trains–especially hearing one in the night in the distance, that faraway sound moving father away that means somebody is going somewhere. I love riding on trains and watching them go by. I never mind (anymore) being stopped by one on my way somewhere...
this house II: 81/365

this house II: 81/365

It’s difficult for me to give voice to a lot of things but wanting to sell this house is not one of them. Yesterday’s post will not have surprised anyone in our family. Having lived in one place for twenty-five years, there’s always something, and...
this house: 80/365

this house: 80/365

I bet I could read Katrina Kenison’s How We Spend Our Days essay every morning and take away something different. But what’s striking me at this moment is how she’s able to find beauty in the not-so-obvious things. It’s been a long time since I...
birthday: 79/365

birthday: 79/365

Today is my birthday! Yes, April Fool’s Day. Born fifty-eight years ago today in a snow storm in Rapid City, South Dakota, where my father was in the Air Force. 58, 58, 58–getting used to it. Thanks for all the wonderful comments of support and...