after: 93/365

after: 93/365

After is usually when I think of it–whatever it is. Not just what I wish I’d said, but what I wish I’d done or eaten or chosen or written or mentioned. You name it. It’s not willful and it’s not through a lack of consideration or...
grandmother: 92/365

grandmother: 92/365

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...
matchy: 91/365

matchy: 91/365

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...
almost home: 89/365

almost home: 89/365

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...
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...