by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Jul 11, 2010 | catching moments, continuous life, life, place, time |
Among other places–and I’m trying to discover which ones–Ecole Champlain, the French camp in Vermont where I spent three summers–1970, 1971, 1972–is a place that now seems mysterious to me, as if it’s withholding secrets instead of...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Jun 24, 2010 | catching moments, my writing, shapes |
I’ve always wanted to like yoga. I tried Pilates–for two years. I wanted to be more connected to my body. Surely this would make me a better writer. Today I’m going to CORE, a studio in the recently renovated and very cool White Provisions Building...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Jun 20, 2010 | catching moments, Columbus GA, poetry, the day, time |
I was in my study on the phone wishing my father a happy day when I glanced out the window to see what my father thought, from my description, was a hawk on the roof of the old swing set, and I called to my son, home from college, who came in and took this photo....
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Jun 8, 2010 | catching moments, continuous life, journeys, memory |
The summer I was thirteen I flew by myself to Vermont for seven weeks of camp. Somebody in our cabin had brought a record player, and it was there in the woods that I first heard the music of James Taylor and Carole King. After I got back home, I bought their albums....
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | May 18, 2010 | catching moments, Dani Shapiro, the day |
I was going to write a bit more about The Maytrees, but yesterday I read a post by Alexander Chee in which he wrote about, in addition to many other wonderful things including the connection between novels and the news, his pre-writing rituals and the need to adapt....
